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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! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Wrapping up loose ends and moving forward.Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.Love is like a crossbow quiver. You only have so many bolts to shoot before it runs outThere was a long pause. Pamela took another long breath then an impish grin came to her lips."With your luck you'll get those, then end up in the Artic," she scoffed."Not the Antarctic? I've got a soft spot in my dreams for penguins.""Nope. You get to be chased by polar bears," she nudged me. I nudged her back playfully. She gave me a Charlie horse."Ow!" I yipped. The two SD chicks from the front of the plane looked back our way. I didn't care about their misconceptions. My muscles needed some self-massages."I was pretty scared," I whispered to Pamela."Good for you. You were also pretty lucky and I'm sure pretty pissed with your 'Albanian' attackers," she replied quietly. "I missed you too."I liked the way she read my mind about that. I would have liked it some more if I hadn't glanced to my other side, then fallen straight to sleep.{1 pm, Monday, August 25th ~ 14 Days to go}On Tuesday night, Aya got one of her wishes fulfilled ~ sorta. I slept in Caitlyn Ruger's bed and I wasn't alone. The Sandman had dropped a Scottish sand trap sized load of sand on me and there was more than enough spillover to flatten little Aya too. Because I lived among Amazons, Caitlyn woke me up at 5:45 in the A M and only so much lollygagging was allowed.Aya got to sleep for fifteen whole minutes more than I did. She hugged me and kissed my cheek (which amused her three Fatal Squirt compatriots to no end) while I stuffed away my breakfast. Desiree showed up to take me to work minutes later. While Aya showed off her battle scar to the pre-caste Amazons and her Aunt D. (they had not been awake when we showed up the previous evening), I was chided for being late for weapons practice.Yes. Life and death battle successes meant nothing to the Amazons. If you had a spare moment you had better be training, or working out your mind and/or body. We had no 'weekends', though we did get an quarter day off in celebration for the religious festivals based on the sacred days of the various matron Goddesses. A full day off didn't happen.7:00 AM saw me with the intern group, just as if nothing had happened to change our relationship over the past two months. Oh, we were different. They teased me about my sunburn and wanted to see my latest scars. I couldn't work with Buffy anymore, since I was her spiritual leader. Due to my 'high risk' status, Desiree was the only other Amazon Katrina trusted me with, so I got to get beaten at her hands for the last three days of the week.To be fair, I teased Desiree incessantly. I made her smile when she thought I was doubled over in pain on multiple occasions. Beyond that seven-to-five schedule, I exercised after work until six and then managed to bike home in a manner that avoided the paparazzi.I was easy to track outside of the building by the members of the press (who thought I was still somehow newsworthy) and despite my persistent desire to not talk to any of them. Felix had 'vanished', so I was the only man left. What had happened to him? Katrina allowed me to take a glance. He was at an Epona Wyoming freehold training for the Great Hunt and reveling in his 'lone man in a household of twenty-two single women' status.Unlike the three other members of our 'first class', Felix got to choose his re-location location and communicated with me daily because he wanted us to create a battle plan for the upcoming Hunt. It was official; it was going to be a two man vs. thirty Amazons affair and there was no rule that we couldn't work together though only two Amazons could win by capturing us and holding onto us until sunset on Sunday, September 14th.No one except Krasimira, the Keeper of Records, knew what terrain we would be hunted on so we could expect anything from swamps to mountain ranges. The Amazons were in the same boat. Already the House heads had volunteered one member for the Hunt. The ancestors would be consulted for the half who would actually participate. Krasimira had also added her own twists.House Ishara couldn't compete because technically, I was already their participant. With 52 houses halved, that equaled 26. The final four? Runners. If a runner won, the Keeper would consult the ancestors to see which house they would automatically be inducted into. Eight runners were nominated by the department heads and four of those would be chosen by the Augurs as well.In a normal organization it would have been thought that Krasimira was abusing her station since there was no High Priestess to oppose her decisions. Not in the Amazons. No. She consulted the Augurs and the Augurs worked the will of the Ancestors and that was that. No Augur would lie about the sacred communications imparted to them. That was inconceivable sacrilege.What that did mean was that at sunset on Thursday, September 11th, Felix and I would be inserted with a knife, map and clothing into the hunting zone. When the sun rose on Friday morning, the thirty Amazons would be put into the zone. No Amazon could attack another unless they, or their targets, 'possessed' a man. They could team up but only two could win. It was promising to be a great 'get to know your buddies at work' moment for all of us,What was Felix getting out of this besides his freedom? (His freedom was no longer in danger. House Epona would protect him.) No, for Felix, if he survived free until the sun set on Sunday, he would become a Runner. If he lost, he would have to spend another year as an intern. This convinced me that Felix was totally dedicated to avoiding capture. I was good with that.Meanwhile for me, it was Brooke Wednesday night, Oneida on Thursday and Timothy and Odette going clubbing with me on Friday night. Saturday was my first House Ishara group activity. We gathered in the early morning at Doebridge, me with a hangover and Buffy giving me crap at every opportunity. Fortunately the rest of my 'sisters' treated me with a great deal more reverence.Now they all knew about my Summer Camp role, Romania and my kidnapping. Even in their 'man-hating' ideology, I was the exception to the rule ~ I was reliable, dedicated, smart, lethal and worthy of their trust and respect. On the council front, Buffy hinted to me that there was a way around the deadlock for who would be foisted onto the Regency Triumvirate, but she refused to tell me what it was. That was a cause for concern.Sunday, I worked with JIKIT, did some Amazon diplomatic stuff and discovered Desiree was my new bodyguard. Katrina thought a full SD team would be cumbersome and my best bet was to remain unconventional and mobile. I agreed because it allowed me to play the field a little more. Speaking of playing the field,This bright Monday afternoon, I was standing in a hangar at Stewart International Airport waiting on my fiancée, Hana Sulkanen. She had flown from Tibet to London with the Dali Lama. That exalted individual had passed on the mantle of national leadership to the Tibetan Constitutional Committee and left the country with the stern decision that the country would move forward toward democracy and not backwards toward theocracy.Now he was playing the role of goodwill ambassador, encouraging the Tibetan Diaspora to spend a few months to a year back in their homeland to help rebuild and teach. He also was rallying support for Tibetan recognition and financial support. Already the UN had voted to send a small international group to establish border security against both the Khanate and the PRC.With the PRC treaty-obliged by the ceasefire to not oppose Tibetan freedom, the UN acted rapidly. The UN Tibet Force(UNTFOR) combat elements consisted of the UK (+ Gurkha), Chilean, French (+ French Foreign Legion), Germany, India, Italy, Romania, Spanish and Thailand each sending one battalion each. Algeria, Denmark, Chile, the Netherlands, Bulgaria, Canada, Cameroon, Qatar, Saudi Arabia and Brazil agreed to make smaller contributions. The USAF would supply a serious level of logistics support for the mission.The UN also created the UN Tibetan Training Force (UNTTFOR) which provided a structure for giving access by Tibetan forces to German, Italian, Chilean and Romanian bases to train to E U standards over a five month period. The Khanate provided gobs of captured Chinese hardware to the creation of a tiny Tibetan Armed Forces, easing worries about adequately equipping the troops once they were trained.The Dali Lama was simultaneously arriving at JFK to public fanfare in order to thank the UN personally on behalf of the nation he loved. Hana was able to finally shed the limelight and was coming into a secure National Guard facility to finally take a step back to a 'normal' lifestyle. The last bit of oddity: the hangars used by the Marine Aerial Refueler Transport Squadron 452 of the Marine Corps Reserve was courtesy of JIKIT. No press was allowed, or expected.It was an odd grouping of us. Jormo Sulkanen (Hana's father), his chauffeur and Hana's daughter  Annela were in one car. Hana was traveling with Libra and Ms. Meacham, so they would need the limo he came in. My appearance was a simple moment for us to touch base in person, as opposed to over the internet, or mobile phone. The third group waiting was Sten Phillip M nnik (her ex-husband) and two unnamed associates.Sten was being a total jerk, which may have been due to me calling him Philip when we first met. Philip wasn't 'ethnic' enough for him, so he never used it. Because he hated it, Brennan (Hana's deceased step-brother) had used it constantly. I had overheard it and thus screwed up our first meeting. But Sten's current blistering hatred had two positive side effects: Jormo came over and stood by me, a suggestion of solidarity I hadn't expected, and since we were standing next to each other, we finally began the dialog that we needed if Hana was going to be family to both of us.We chatted about the thing that mattered most ~ Hana. He asked me if I had really hired a team of assassins to protect her, so I told him a little bit about the Ghost Tigers. He talked about how proud she was to be bringing peace to a suffering planet and I agreed that she looked spectacular doing so.Some things remained the same; I had set in motion the death of his youngest son who had paraded a raped lady in front of me. A bunch of other dilettantes had perished as well. Balancing that was the joy I brought to the child closest to his heart, his adopted daughter Hana. I also had proved to be my own brand of eccentric knight in tarnished armor. I meant well, and in Jormo's book that meant something.He also told me he would strangle me with my own intestines if I broke her heart. I looked him straight in the face and asked him how he felt about open marriages. He hit me. To be fair, I let him hit me. He didn't try to do me serious harm."Don't be an asshole," he grumbled."I'm not sure I know how?" I shrugged. I got another hard stare."She loves you," he said with surprising tenderness."I would rather face that typhoon again than break her heart. The thought of that scares me because I've never been all that good at romance," I confessed."That wasn't what I expected you to say," he harrumphed. "I recall those two ladies I first saw you with. Libra Chalmers and,""Brooke Lee," I said."Yes, her. Are you staying loyal?""She has never asked more than she thinks my current level of maturity can hope to achieve." He looked at me. "I'm discrete and mindful of her sensitivities.""You aren't trying to befriend me," he noted."I don't feel it is right to expect you to like me. I think we both know I'm supposed to be nice to you and you aren't going punch me again. I believe Hana would see thru any deception on our part."I paused. "I wouldn't mind us getting along. I'll try not to piss you off because that would be rude to you and cruel to her," I continued. "I'll never ask you to forgive me and I'll never feel like what I did was inherently unjustified. I am sorry that I caused you pain because I think you are a hard, courageous man, and she loves you.""That's her plane," he stated."Thank God," I muttered. And thank you Ishara. I was starting to blather. We remained thankfully silent until the plane had pulled into the hangar and the people started to deplane. The first out was a young woman with dark blonde hair and hunters glasses.No one else appeared until she had reached the bottom of the stairs and continued to look about for a moment. Hana came next, smiling at me, then her eyes were following Jormo as he moved to the car to retrieve little  Annela. Libra followed with Ms. Meacham on her heels. Libra still wasn't used to playing the second fiddle/personal assistant. A short Mongolian fireplug of a man was the last passenger down the stairs. He looked like, a wolverine with his feral, primordial energy and general hostility.I imagined the girl was his apprentice and he was the prime assassin. That was how the Ghost Tigers operated. They were doing me a deep personal favor by putting aside their normal role as hunters to take up body-guarding duties. According to Addison, they had also managed to get their fair share of killing people of various persuasions. Not only had the Seven Pillars tried to take her out more than once, Chinese Intelligence and some criminal cartels had taken an active interest in her too.The young woman scanned from me to Desiree, then to Sten. She had a good eye for threat assessment. Jormo was partially concealed, but would rather die than put Hana at risk. I was the ally of the 9 Clans, and she probably thought she could take me in a quick-draw contest. Desiree? She left Desiree for her mentor to worry about."Ms. Sulkanen?" Sten's closer minion walked her way. The bodyguards got in the way instinctively. The man reached into his coat and nearly died. The women did a palm strike to his windpipe then grabbed his tie, yanking him to the hard concrete floor of the hangar.(Russian) "He has a piece of paper," she stated in a detached manner"Sten, what is the meaning of this?" Hana worried. I moved toward the woman.(Russian) "I am Cáel Nyilas. Let me help."She did more than that. She retreated from the downed man and put her body between Hana and Sten.I was schooled enough now to realize that was the deception. I hadn't seen the older man draw a gun but I knew he now had one out. It was down by his side and he was using his body to shield it from view."Are these the kind of people you want around our daughter," Sten asked haughtily. I had an inkling suspicion. I wasn't alone.Desiree pushed past me and attended to the downed man. She had him standing, patted him on the back and frisked all inside ten seconds."He's a process server," she commented to the group."What he is here to do is serve you with papers, Hana," Sten grew angrier. "You are an unfit mother and have developed an unsafe environment for her to grow up in.""What?" Hana growled. "You don't like the fact that I've finally moved on and found someone new. You don't care a damn thing about our daughter.""We will let a judge decide that. Right now I have an order of detention for  Annela," he grinned wickedly."Ms. Sulkanen," the second of Sten's minions step forward more cautiously, "the Family Court in the State of New York has,"I laughed."Oh," Desiree looked my way then shared a sliver of a smile with me."There is nothing laughable, I assure you," the lawyer snapped."Really, what's your name?" I asked."Mr. Dornier, not that,""Where are we?""What does that matter?" then, "New York State.""Incorrect Dornier. You are on a Marine Corps base, dumbass. Look around you," I smirked."So? What does that mean?" Sten harangued us."This is federal property," I explained as I strode toward his car."Hey, what are you doing, I'm talking to you," Sten pursued me."Excuse me," I grinned. I flipped out my Amazon Honor Blade and slashed one of his tires."What?""Go for it," Hana simmered. "Touch Cáel and he will defend himself.""He has a knife," he countered. He didn't touch me. A second tire began to deflate. "That's assault with a deadly weapon.""It would be if he turned to face you, or anyone else," Desiree had her 'bored ~ don't press me' voice. "Right now he's being a vandal." She put her hand on the process server's shoulder and shoved him back toward Sten and Dornier. "You should know your jurisdictions, asshole," she told him."Hana, I will drive back with Cáel," Libra announced loudly. That was a cue for Hana to shoot me an apologetic look, which was odd, considering that even knowing me was putting her child custody at risk. It took me a second to realize what a bastard Sten could be. I also doubted he had three spare tires. I left one untouched as I headed for my car."Hana, I'll catch up with you after you talk with your lawyers," I called out. It was infuriating for me that this was her reception home. Sten had better be thanking his lucky stars we weren't alone or I would have pummeled his ass, and given him the nuclear wedgy of all times, jackalope."Let's go home," Libra tapped my arm. Desiree was watching Jormo's limo speed away. She didn't dawdle. The Marines would want their hangar back ASAP. We'd let them decide if they wanted to help Sten, or not. Desiree tossed me the keys. That was her way of telling me I need to blow of some steam, and not by getting frolic-ee with Libra on the hour long commute home.{11 pm, Monday, August 25th ~ 14 Days to go}{Late that night with Hana}"So, who was the guy who gave you this?" I looked over at Hana while running my hand over the silk scarf some lama in Lhasa had given her to give to me ~ a 'Thank You' gift for the liberation of his homeland and the aid package heading his peoples' way."I never got his name, but my translator said he had traveled for three days straight to be there for the celebration," she smiled warmly.I picked up my second gift and began to play with it. The object was a fascinating toy, all the more so because it was more than a child's plaything. It was a simple prayer wheel. I put the handle between my two palms and rubbed them back and forth, causing the two balls to beat against the drum heads."I think you find that thing more interesting than you do me," Hana pouted."Oh no you don't," I pounced on her. With one hand I tickled her while I placed my Tibetan gift aside. I didn't want us rolling over on it as we frolicked naked on her queen-sized bed. "You were a happy little camper ten minutes ago and you certainly drove your vigor home with this grand Lothario.""Eek!" she playfully tried to bat my hand aside. She began giggling hysterically.Even when I pulled away so that she could breathe, she kept snickering."What?" I worried. I had been ramping us up for a second round of sex. Round one had been 'comfort' sex, helping her compartmentalize her feelings for that bastard of an ex-husband and the threat he posed to her custodianship of her daughter,  Annela.Those were emotions she'd deal with later. Fretting about them tonight, her first night back in the States, was counter-productive. She knew that, which was why she'd accepted my dinner invitation. We had now been seen in public together for the first time since she became famous; afterwards we had traveled back to her place. How serious was I about cheering her up? I'd brought a spare suit, biking clothes and my bike. I was planning to spend the night and make my way to work my usual way come sunrise."I," she gasped, "asked Libra how you "compared" in her experience, which seems to be extensive, as a lover on the way over. And after several, very long, I must say, seconds of introspection, she told me you were indescribable and incomparable. I've been trying to put my thoughts together since Rome and, why are you scowling?""That was rude of you two," I now play-pouted. "I like to think I'm 'thunderous', though 'stunning' will do in a pinch."Hana helpfully pinched me. "Ow!" I squalled. And back to tickling I went. I quickly showed her my 'sheet-fu' was superior to hers, which meant I tangled her up in her sheets before she realized she was helpless before me. Or so I bragged. Hana played helpless well."Oh please, Mr. World-Conquering Wombat," she pleaded. Wombat?"Wombat?" I questioned her. "How have I become an irascible furry marsupial?""Well Honey, you need a shave," she teased me. "You are a little furry.""Romantically that is called a five o'clock shadow," I protested."It scratches my thighs," she murmured.I had a remedy for that. Sliding down to her hip, I turned my palms toward me, interlaced my fingers and positioned my thumbs pointing up. My chin rested on my fingers and the thumbs covered the sides, so when I stuck my tongue into the three-sided void created, my hands, but none of my scruffiness, touched her intimate flesh. Once I had this technique in place, I rolled over her thigh and got to work."I find," she gasped, "that you have the answer to that conundrum down pat. It makes me, ah, think I'm not your, ah, first girl." My dedication to my erotic task (and the carnal reward that waited) kept me from responding. Besides, my upper lip was busy rolling back and forth over her clitoris. There I let the bristles of my oncoming moustache teasingly tickle her. I was pleased when the pleasure I caused quieted her and she settled down to running her fingers across my crown as she ramped herself up toward a climax. 'Not my first girl' indeed.Forty-five minutes later, I was coming back to her room from the kitchen with a glass of tomato juice for her and rice wine for me (she was out of beer). I heard a noise from  Annela's room, so I deviated to make sure she was okay. I was in boxers, not totally naked.  Annela was out like a light, caught up in some sort of childish dream. By the cherubic grin on her face, she was having a good one.She was another delicate female issue in my life. I had made her existence harder by just being me. Hana let me know that nothing 'bad' had better happen to her ex-husband, Sten. I couldn't beat him up, threaten him, or sic any of my Amazons on him. Stupidly, I had asked if using the CIA was okay. She'd banned all of JIKIT intervening as well, negating the use of the best pest removal people on the planet, the 9 Clans."You are going to have to get used to children making sounds while they sleep," Hana surprised me. "You'll learn to tell the dreams from the nightmare.""In spades, I'm going to have to learn that in spades," I nodded.{4 pm, Tuesday, August 26th ~ 13 Days to go}My schedule had remained steady. I had firearms practice at 6 am every morning, was in Katrina's office by 7 and working my cue by 7:15. According to my regular morning briefings, I continued to be a menace to the foundations of freedom, civilization and the terrestrial biosphere. It was wonderful to stand there side by side with my fellow New Hires.At lunch, around 11 o'clock, I had a brief get together with the other members of the Amazon diplomatic corps since I was still Chief Diplomat of the Host ~ we were a small unit. Daphne, who now worked with JIKIT, would give me a brief briefing on what the 'office' was up to in my name. I gladly kept my distance from their regularly scheduled mayhem. The truce in China didn't stop the Secret War from raging on and on.My three o'clock knife training with Pamela was slowly evolving into a greater study of human fighting philosophy and anatomy. I still studied the techniques of a larger single bladed hunting knife as well as the hilt-less, double bladed Amazon Honor Blade. Pamela promised me she'd start teaching me how to do the 'long-distance' and 'short'/snap throw for the blades. She made it look so easy.Pamela also began educating me on the basics and basis of the Amazon personal hand-to-hand fighting style. The eight points of emphasis in Amazon combat were: the finger, fist, elbow, shoulder, foot, heel, knee and hip. It encouraged channeling both your energies and the energy of your opponents by using fluid blows and throws. It also worked well with the close-in knife fighting Pamela was teaching me. Working with her once more did her as much good as me. We had come to feed off one another's moods, which was a good thing.Tuesday, walking to the elevator at the end of the session, the door opened to reveal Rachel talking to an SD chick I barely knew, Meridian."Oh, it is great to see you, Rachel," I enthusiastically stated. Her hesitation as she replied worried me."It is great to see you too, Cael Wakko Ishara," she responded softly, compassionately."Ladies, can you spare Rachel and I some private time," I asked Meridian and Pamela."Come on," Pamela addressed the SD Amazon, "we have tons of nothing to talk about.""As you wish, Ishara," Meridian answered. She looked to Rachel. She stepped off the elevator as Pamela stepped on. Away they went."I heard you were back in New York," I told her."I heard you were off of JIKIT for the time being.""I was running on fumes psychologically and my body wasn't too much better. Javiera gave me a week off. I go back Thursday.""That was the right move, Cáel," she said. "You've been stuck sweating both the small stuff and being caught up in the big picture. That is a humongous burden to bear for someone with your training and background.""I know, I'm not ready for where my life has taken me.""No one is, Cáel. You have training that has let you get this far when most of us would be lost. You carry that weight, plus you've had to work the physical side of the equation. I get to focus on you. You've had to focus on all of us."Rachel was being both honest and kind. I felt a sudden renewed kinship with my primary guardian."Thanks for that, Rachel, can I tell you a secret? Something you can't tell another soul. Something I've never told another living person?" I could tell Rachel. I couldn't tell Katrina because she was so close to Hayden. Pamela, Pamela had already prepared herself for a miserable afterlife and wouldn't have connected with my pain for another.Since she was my 'sister' in Ishara, I couldn't really confide in Buffy, but only an Amazon would understand my thoughts on the matter. It had to be Rachel."I cannot betray the Host, but you know that. What is it you wish to share?""Hayden lived life as an Anahit, yet lives forever in the Halls of the Isharans." Since that was now well known, Rachel knew that couldn't be the secret."When I was trying to induct her, Dot Ishara refused her entry. I thought she was challenging me and I was right.""I recall that she wouldn't accept Hayden, even though her death was righteous in the name of the Host. Has no one ever asked you what changed Ishara's mind? Not Buffy, or Helena?""Neither one ever asked. I think it was because they sensed I didn't want to talk about it, nor insult them by not opening up. Ishara refused Hayden because of me. I was refusing to accept my place in the Host. I kept playing, pretending, I was not really one of you. I kept thinking I could divorce myself from the evil we did because I was special.""But you weren't special in the way I think you are using the word," she nodded. "You were chosen by the Ancestors to be one of us, man, or not.""Yeah. I stupidly put my life on the line because I wanted to be the 'good guy'. I've always wanted to be the 'good guy', even when I hurt people. I'd tell the girl it was my fault, yet I excused that behavior by thinking that I hadn't meant to hurt anyone, so I was okay. I have never blamed myself for any of the shit I caused.""That has always been a rather annoying quality of yours," she noted."When I was on the roof of Havenstone, daring Ishara with my life on the line, that's when I felt it. I owed and owned my Amazon heritage in that moment. I finally blamed myself for something, for not accepting sacrifices were being made for me and I was dishonoring every one of you by denying their purpose.""You are Ishara," Rachel stated firmly. That was her entire argument."I had to believe that. I had to believe I was nothing more than one Amazon in a long line of Amazons dating back to that first night of betrayal. I had to realize I was one of many, not someone special, with special rules. I wasn't getting to be the good guy, or even the bad guy. I was just, an Amazon. One more Ishara among the hundreds that stood in my place.""And it took that moment for you to realize what most Amazons know from the age of five," Rachel stroked my cheek. "It is easy for us to forget your bravery comes from a place that is uniquely you and you didn't grow up around the fires with tales of our mothers, grandmothers and all those who have come before. We see our honor is gold and sing the songs in the First Tongue. We live as Amazons.""I wanted you to know because," I faltered at the last memory."Charlotte. You want to make peace with me about Charlotte," she touched my cheek yet again. "Cáel, I told her mother and daughter about how she died. They want to meet Vincent when he is feeling better. They want to talk to you. They worry about you not understanding that Charlotte lives and will live on until the Sun dies and the stars burn out.""Charlotte was in the Warband that killed Ajax the Unconquered, Cáel. She fell on that ridge, looking down on Ishara's triumph over Ajax and her spirit took the news of that victory to the next life. She is a welcome exemplar to House Ska i. She will be remembered in the lists of the Security Detail, our Warrior Elite. Charlotte was my friend and I didn't wish her to die, but war is what we do. And she buried her enemies and saved our lives."Ska i was a j tunn and the Nordic goddess associated with bow-hunting, skiing, winter, and mountains. I had known her house. The SD didn't talk about their families much because of their devotion to the craft of war, so I had never known her mother was still alive, or that she had a daughter."She did much more than die, Cáel. She killed men so that when you finished with Ajax, none of them, left on that field, could avenge him," she added."I hadn't looked at it that way," I confessed. "I'd like to meet her family. You said she has a daughter. I didn't know.""You didn't need the distraction. We all knew you would have only done incredibly stupid things trying to keep us alive. If it helps, she is five and cried freely, deeply and long. Her mother is fifty-two and runs a freehold in Saskatchewan. She'll be around for a long time, trust me."Charlotte's mother had to be one tough D O B (daughter of a bitch) to see sixty. I did know she was the second of five daughters, with the middle one being in the Ska i House Guard."I am doing something for, well, for me, but for Charlotte too. Sakuniyas is leading seventeen House Isharans and two ladies from MI-6 in West Africa.""I'd heard about that," she smiled. "Charlotte's Fist." Four (the core of any war band) was a sacred number to the Amazons, as was five (the number of digits) so twenty was a classic warrior unit. It was also the number of the original houses. Normally these groups were referred to by their leader's name, but I wanted the Condotteiri to know they'd killed the wrong Amazon and Sakuniyas agreed to the naming convention.The Condos had sent Ajax to Hungary and Romania to kill me. Charlotte had died stopping them, but this was not a matter of revenge. This honored her and was a request for her to watch over those who sought inspiration from her when they went into battle. West-Central Africa was one of the three Amazon Homeland (Eastern Europe and Southern India being the other two) and was where the war was heating up.JIKIT (Joint International Khanate Interim Taskforce) became involved when the Condos and Coils of the Serpent (one of the 9 Assassin Clans) began killing local civilian and military leaders. The Condos did it to spread chaos for them to use as a smoke screen behind which they could hide the large numbers of mercenaries in the area hunting down the Amazons. The Coils attacked any official that was on the Condo's payroll.As the body count began to rise, the US and UK began having 'normal' covert agencies investigate the killings, yet they remained blind to the reasons behind the actions. It wasn't until a whole Condo 'training camp' ended up being extinguished that they realized there was a third player in the game (as opposed to the governments and the rogue mercenaries).The Coils of the Serpent were one step ahead of the intelligence agencies. And that allowed the Amazons to hunt down the Condos. We in JIKIT had estimated it was roughly 15,000 Condotteiri foot soldiers (consisting of mercs, local paramilitaries and the occasional regular army commander) versus the roughly 3000 Amazons and 1000 members of the 9 Clans. The Golden Mare was asking for Havenstone and the Freeholds in North and South America to raise up 'fists' to join the struggle in Africa. In Belize they would be trained for two months to ten weeks in jungle warfare before heading over."Are your people going to be ready?" Rachel inquired."We have done well in Japan," I replied. "The former 'Runners' actually do better moving through urbanized society than their Old School Amazon sisters.""I heard they are more prone to taking orders from the Ninja," she looked me in the eyes."I told them to. This is the Ninja's war and we serve them best by doing what we do best ~ taking the fight to the Seven Pillars when they expose themselves," I clarified. "And you got me off talking about Charlotte," I realized a second later."A long period of mourning is not our way, Cáel," she confided. "You were our friend, but you were our mission first and foremost. That hasn't changed.""Are you going to," I began to say 'remain my bodyguard'."Yes. I have a dozen House Guard members expressing a desire to join the Security Detail and be our new electronics expert. Eight of those I'm giving serious consideration to.""The other four?" I asked."Three are too young and are too interested in you for my taste. One is too old and a rather odd individual.""I like odd.""I will reconsider her then," she allowed."Are you saying that to make me happy?""No," Rachel grinned. "I admire your instincts. Do you know how soon you will be needing us?""I'm going to stay in town until the Great Hunt. After my stupendous victory, I'll see if I can get to Brazil, so mid-September.""It will take longer to integrate a member ~ the last week of November," she bargained. I really wasn't in the mood to argue. I was too much the boy who was glad to see his primary guardian standing before him. Pamela was by far the most loving and lethal one of the pack. Rachel was my rock. She kept me alive and I helped give her something to live for, even if it was a flawed 'me'."And Wakko, you don't need to give me a piece of your soul to replace Charlotte. What is hers is hers and what is ours is ours. I'll always miss her and I'm okay with that. She was a good friend and a proud compatriot and I loved her. I never had any sisters of the flesh. Mona, Tiger Lily and Charlotte have been the only real family I've had. I will find another sister and I can now accept that.""Is it alright if I still miss her?" I pondered."Of course, Ishara. Will you still be capable of taking my orders when required?""Yes. If I started ignoring your advice, I wouldn't have been worthy of leading someone like Charlotte into battle. I can honor her by letting you do your job.""Thank you. I still worry about you trying to save everyone, but now I'll worry a little less," she confessed."I still plan to do crazy stuff, hey, do you have a daughter?""No.""Want one?""I'm in the final drawing of lots for the Great Hunt," she smiled once more."You could just ask.""My way is more fun. This way I'll be sure you'll obey," she let her eyes sparkle with a mirthful fire."Don't think I'll go easy on you. I plan to win," I pledged."Of course not. Why would you change now?""I'd rather you bust my balls than mock me?" I pouted. "Instead of spending a moving moment, you are cheering me up.""It is my job to look after you, even now," she stroked my neck affectionately."Especially now," I added as I hit the elevator button."Let's catch up with the others. I need to tell Meridian that she's back in the running.""Oh, that is fortunate," I grinned. "Oh, we'll start our mission to Brazil on Thursday, February 12th.""Is there a significance of that date?"I laughed. I put an arm around her shoulder as the doors opened. There were two others Havenstone ladies onboard."Carnival in Rio de Janeiro!" I exulted. "Half a million tourists a day. Two million Brazilians. Everyone wears a mask. What's not to love?""You are so fortunate you waited until you had witnesses around," Rachel groused."Desiree says it's bad for my prestige to be beaten in public," I chortled. "I'm glad you agree.""Maybe we can spar on the mats today when you get off work?""Oh, I'd like to see that," one of the other Amazons remarked. "Weapons or hand-to-hand?""I'll let him use a weapon. I'll use my hands. I want him to think he has a chance," Rachel declared. My arm was still around her shoulder, so I knew she wasn't really pissed."Didn't you kill Ajax?" the other one noted."He tripped over his shoelaces and impaled himself on his own sword," I sighed dramatically.Since the two women looked at one another, then to Rachel, I knew I'd told the lie well."Cáel had an ally shoot a grenade overhead, Ajax died in the confusion, so whatever blow killed him is irrelevant. Cáel beat Ajax with his mind before a single blow was landed. He made his foe fight his battle and that was how Wakko Ishara won," Rachel responded."Like an Amazon," the first one nodded."With balls," I added."An Amazon with balls? I guess you are, but I don't think the testes mattered in that you beat our foe in a matter your ancestors can be proud of," the second one said."Well said," Rachel nodded."Thank you," I shook her hand. "I'm Cáel Wakko Ishara aka Nyilas.""Oh, I'm Wynona of Allatu," she answered. She shook my hand, I ran a finger over her pulse and got her to blush slightly. Allatu was the Goddess of the Underworld in Canaanite mythology and one of the First Houses."Behave," Rachel whispered."Not likely," I whispered back."Did I say something wrong?" Wynona worried."No. Rachel is my moral guardian. So, do you want to go fishing, I mean swimming tomorrow after work, say 5:15?" I inquired."Sure," her smile broadened. "I excel in the water.""Good, maybe you can teach me a thing or two," I answered. The door opened at the lobby and there stood Desiree."Here," Rachel shoved me out the door. "Take him before he fishes himself into more trouble.""I understand," Desiree grumbled. "Come on fisherman. Financial Investigations is working late tonight and we need to pick up Italian food for twenty-two.""Lead and I shall follow," I proclaimed."Why do you call him the 'Fisherman'," Wynona asked Rachel."Fish, barrel, I'll explain it to you on the way to the garage," Rachel sighed. The doors shut and off we all went.{7:10 pm, Wednesday, August 27th ~ 12 Days to go}"Will you still be having dinner with us once you return back to JIKIT?" Europa asked as Lorraine passed me some Cajun rice."Every Monday and Wednesday night and on Fridays early," I grinned."We are going to be spending some time in Doebridge over the Labor Day weekend," Europa griped. "Do you want to come with us and save Aya from retelling her ordeal to yet another band of pre-Amazons?""Aya, do you want me to run interference for you?" I asked."No," she smiled. "I want you to train for the Great Hunt. Aunt Katrina says Elsa is virtually a guarantee to be one of the thirty.""Ugh," I groaned. "That's the cherry on the top of a rather bizarre day.""Was today bad?" Loraine asked."Let me see, for starters I got to use a variety of weird weapons for firearms practice. I had a feeling I was part of a round-robin, the way they rotated their assistance to me. In the elevator, I was with Brielle and her buddy when we had a security drill. The elevator cut off, but the air handler went into overdrive, dropping the temperature. After a quick democratic vote, I lost my shirt to an impromptu fire to stay warm, alive," I chuckled. "Then we cuddled together for warmth. I was about to lose my undershirt and pants when the alert ended.""Security alerts last less than fifteen minutes," Caitlyn noted. "I doubt you were in any danger of freezing to death.""Brielle was under the impression security alerts could last hours, despite my questionable knowledge otherwise from the handbook I'd read. Since she had the seniority, I thought she knew better.""So now you are shirtless," Europe smirked."I had a spare shirt stashed in Katrina's office, but I was required to change during the meeting because we were running late. Oh, and yesterday I forgot to feed some genetically superior white rats at one of our labs. Apparently they gnawed through their cages, broke out and now are in the Manhattan underworld, plotting a rodent rebellion," I related."Oh, that was my idea," Loraine perked up."Do you sit around the table with Katrina thinking up this kind of crap!" I protested."Occasionally," Caitlyn admitted. "Most of those are pure Katrina though.""Glad to know my misery is a family bonding experience.""You should be glad to know we care about you," Europa beamed."Yeah, I'll remember that and once you are casted I'm going to absolutely abuse my authority in some serious payback," I faux-glared at her."I promise you we will make it fun," Aya pledged."You would betray your own sisters?" Caitlyn questioned."Sisters are sisters, Mother, but boon companions are for life," Aya countered."That's cool, Mom," Europa snorted. "We'll always be taller than Aya, and faster.""Only more proof she'll be smarter," Caitlyn shook her head. "So Cáel what happened next?""What makes you think the rest of my day wasn't mundane and boring?""According to Katrina, you are the best stress reliever at Havenstone since they put in the Jacuzzis. With it being open season on you today, I figured your day was one misadventure after another," Caitlyn smiled warmly."Fine, I had to go to Financial Investigations to discuss my expense account in Europe.""That doesn't sound all that exciting," Loraine said."We were in the pool swimming in the classic Amazon style, I swear, sometime I think I should go to work wearing nothing but a trench coat and a smile," I grouched."Did you make any babies?" Aya chirped."No, I can't have that kind of fun with any employees for another twelve more days. Anyway, they were quite cross with me not using their services and let me know for an hour and, thirty-six minutes. After that I had to get a reference physical.""You are as healthy as a horse," Europa neighed."Funny Epona," I sniffed indignantly. "You are a load of laughs, filly. After I had been turned into a prune they made me undress again. There was some nonsense about all the combat I had been in had made me shorter and given me muscle constriction.""That is a good one," Aya nodded. "I'm glad they were being as creative as you are, Atta.""Who is to say that I'm not being the creative one here?" I winked at her."Were your muscles 'constricted'?" Loraine snickered. Europa gave her a thumbs up for joining on the fun."Nope, all my reflexes are in working order and I can still salute on demand," I smiled. "Which was good because after that, I worked through lunch with Acquisitions discussing Khanate plans for Siberia." There was a pause."What was so horrid about that?" Loraine inquired, as if I had been tortured up until that point."We had to do the whole three hour routine on the practice mats. I was pinned grappled and I had something that was strangely reminiscent of a titty-snuggle. I mean, all that skin-tight clothing, close contact and sweaty bodies was murder on my concentration," I confessed."We aren't going to be investing in Siberia, are we?" Aya winked at me."I don't know. I spent three hours saying "I don't know" and "I haven't a clue.""You are good at that," Europa jibed. I flicked a pea at her, bouncing it off her chin. She was getting ready for a spaghetti & meatball counterattack when Caitlyn's cough brought her up short."He is the Head of House Ishara. He can act that way. You are Epona and we are better behaved."Europa stuck her tongue at me, I returned the gesture and this time Caitlyn's cough was aimed at me. She followed that up by rubbing her foot along my shin. I smiled at her, then caught Aya smiling at the both of us. Then I recalled Aya had set the table, damn it."I'll get us dessert," Aya beamed happiness my way. I was thinking about dessert alright, damn that girl.{Rhada Revisited}"I'm home gang," I exhaled. "Ready to go out?" and was promptly shot with a Nerf gun. "What did I do this time?"Timothy and Odette were getting off the sofa. Odette was taking aim while Timothy left his single-shot where he'd been sitting."We are going out. You are not," Timothy grinned. "You have company in the bedroom.""Man, I was looking forward to," then Odette shot me in the stomach with her six shot nerf repeater."You have company," Odette emphasized the 'company' part. To me this implied someone who I couldn't seduce with a few words, maybe get busy for half an hour then go out partying. That could only mean,I opened my door and there lay Rhada, completely naked, hogtied and bound. She had even been gagged. Her look of hate and loathing turned to, something else; part fear and part heartsick yearning. Could Timothy and Odette, really just Timothy, I loved Odette but she had the combat skills of a Tribble. Could Timothy defeat Rhada so thoroughly that she could be so bound?Not likely. I'd been neglecting her, What with being kidnapped, running off to Europe and generally doing my job, I'd neglected her well-defined physique, olive skin and athletic curves. I'd been a fool for letting her waste away while I'd been 'not' earning a paycheck. Hell, I was working too much. I'd played around in college and still managed to graduate with good grades, and it wasn't like I had been hired for my brains."Oh, I've been missing this," I relished her helplessness while rubbing my palms together."Mumph," Rhada protested. It was hard for her to move her body. Her legs were bound above the knee to her shins while her ankles were lashed together and then to the top of her thighs.Her elbows and wrists were tied behind her back, wrists to wrist. The ropes securing her arms crisscrossed above and below her breasts and looped around her neck. She looked tightly secured. A bit too secured. I couldn't see how to un-hog-tie her."Don't you dare go anywhere," I warned Rhada then backed out of the room hurriedly."I suggested the ass plug!" Odette smiled as I turned around. I'd missed that given the shapeliness of her buttock,"I color-coded the ends of the ropes for you. Pull the yellow, then green and then pink and she'll come undone just fine. I put some ointment by the bedside for after. It will help numb the burn and promotes healing without scarring," Timothy patted me on the shoulder. "Now that you've b

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 hit the Daily Download.

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

Mike and Tribble hit the Daily Download.

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

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

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

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! The post 60. Moopsy Did One or Two Things Wrong first appeared on Nerd & Tie Network.

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

In today's podcast, Dana and Dan discuss the Deep Space Nine episode "Trials and Tribble-ations."  The guys talk about how characters from the original series interact with those from Deep Space Nine. The guys also talk about time travel and Tribble poop.   If you are able, please donate to Hurricane Helene relief at https://www.redcross.org/donate/dr/hurricane-helene.html/   Please send your comments, questions, and suggestions to damnitjimpodcast@gmail.com. You can also find us on YouTube, Facebook, and Twitter.  You can also call the Damnit Jim Hotline at 509-676-6298.   Music: Climb by Shane Ivers - https://www.silvermansound.com

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

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

Join host Kurt North and special guest Darren Mooney in this engaging episode as they delve into the latest mid-season developments in 'Star Trek: Prodigy', focusing on the episode 'A Tribble Called Quest.' They discuss the series' ties to the broader Star Trek universe, character progression, and modern storytelling impacts. The conversation also expands to the larger context of modern franchises' fixation on prequels, with discussions on 'The Hunt for Gollum', Fast and Furious prequels, and the Star Trek timeline. Darren shares insights on his upcoming projects, including 'Second Wind' and a deep dive into James Earl Jones' career, while Kurt teases future Lost podcast episodes. A must-listen for pop culture enthusiasts looking for both nostalgia and fresh perspectives. 00:00 Star Trek Prodigy 00:32 Introduction and Guest Welcome 01:26 Season Overview and Episode Discussion 02:42 Mythology and Standalone Episodes 05:07 Time Travel and Continuity Challenges 07:42 Character Arcs and Development 09:21 Prodigy as a Children's Show 09:56 The Role of Wesley Crusher 15:14 Star Trek Franchise and Canon 22:18 Episode Structure and Themes 40:58 Tribbles and Klingons 45:11 Animated Star Trek Continuity 46:20 Visuals and Tribbles 46:35 Personal Opinions on Tribbles 48:25 Genetic Manipulation and CGI 50:57 Looms and Video Game Aesthetics 52:18 Bribble and Animation Design 59:41 Themes of Loss and Resilience 01:05:26 Pop Culture and Franchise Management Host Kurt North Guest Darren mooney Editor: Kurt North Make It So on socials: https://linktr.ee/makeitso Film Stories Twitter: @filmstories Facebook/Instagram/Threads: Film Stories Website: www.filmstories.co.uk Theme music: (c) Sam Dillard Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Join the SNP Crew for their review and deep dive of the Star Trek episode that quite possibly wins the best episode title ever, Prodigy's "A Tribble Called Quest!" While harvesting bosonite on a barren world, the crew encounters aggressive, genetically-modified tribbles – and the Klingon scientist who created them.Plus, the mailbag, and so much more on episode 202 of Strange New Pod.Send us a textSupport the show

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!

2x13: A Tribble Called QuestWritten by: Keith SweetDirected by: Sean BishopWhile harvesting bosonite on a barren world, the crew encounters aggressive, genetically-modified tribbles - and the Klingon scientist who created them.2x14: Cracked MirrorWritten by: Erin McNamaraDirected by: Ruolin LiThe Protostar's reunion with Voyager has unexpected side effects, bouncing the crew between alternate realities - including the Mirror Universe. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thatstartrekpod.substack.com

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.

In "A Tribble Called Quest," while harvesting bosonite on a barren world, the crew encounters aggressive, genetically modified tribbles—and the Klingon scientist who created them. In "Cracked Mirror," the Protostar's reunion with Voyager has unexpected side effects, bouncing the crew between alternate realities—including the mirror universe. Star Trek: Age of Discovery is a fan podcast for the Star Trek Universe, including Classic Trek and the Paramount + shows STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS, STAR TREK: LOWER DECKS, STAR TREK: DISCOVERY, STAR TREK: PICARD, STAR TREK: SHORT TREKS, and Netflix's STAR TREK: PRODIGY.Subscribe to Star Trek: Age of Discovery on Apple Podcast by CLICKING HERE. The show is also available on Amazon Music, Google Podcast, Spotify, Stitcher, TuneIn, and iHeartRADIO.Email the show at startrekaod@gmail.com. Follow us on X/Twitter, Threads, and Instagram @StarTrekAoD and Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/StarTrekAoD/. Visit our website at http://startrekaod.net, where we offer additional articles on Star Trek canon, interesting sidebar issues, and aspects of the show.www.facebook.com/StarTrekAoD/. Visit our website at http://startrekaod.net, where we offer additional articles on Star Trek canon, interesting sidebar issues, and aspects of the show.2024 © Star Trek: Age of Discovery EPISODE CREDITS:Produced and edited by Gary Anderson LINKSWebsite: startrekaod.netBe sure to follow and tag Star Trek: Age of Discovery on Facebook (https://twitter.com/StarTrekAoD) and Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/startrekaod)!

Prodigy returns to classic Trek lore with Tribbles, Klingons and the Mirror Universe. Nach, Adam and Emily recap "A Tribble Called Quest" and "Cracked Mirror". Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We are going home...the long way around.  --- Regular These Are The Voyages episodes will be released on the 7s (7, 17, and 27). Reaction Episodes BEAM in every week when we discuss new Star Trek during its original run. --- Make sure to check out our webpage, www.trtvpod.com.  Also, make sure to like our page on Facebook, join our group, and follow us on Instagram and Twitter in the following ways:  Instagram: @trtvpod Twitter @trtvpod | @chase_mckinney Join the podcast community and continue the discussion: You can also hail us by sending subspace communications the following ways: Email: trtvpod@gmail.com Voice only transmission (3-minute limit): 817-752-4757 If you'd like to send us something please address it to: Lone Star Station PO BOX 2455 Azle, TX 76098 **We would love to hear about your origin story with Trek, reactions to the show, or whatever gets you to ENGAGE. If you'd like to support the show and get access to additional Star Trek content then hit us up at Patreon and support the show at Patreon.com/thesearethevoyages.

It doesn't get more Star Trek than Tribbles and parallel universes! (The post Prodigy S2E13: A Tribble Named Quest & S2E14: Cracked Mirror first appeared on Transporter Lock - A Star Trek podcast.)

Josh is back to bring you guys more interviews from the Backyard Showcase a few weeks ago. The Lost Tapes are a collective group that talks about how they met and how they continue to support each other. Monzy The Terrible talks about his recent tour and who his music influences are. TRiBBLE talks about his musical upbringing and the comradery of all the artists at the Backyard Showcase. I hope you guys enjoy these interviews and the boys will return soon. Instagrams: @lost.tapess @monzytheterrible @tribbleamidei

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.

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.

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 - 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 Djurišić 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.

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.

Tif, Mike and Rob compare Texas A&M head coach Jim Schossnagle and former Kanas/UNC head coach Roy Williams reactions to reporters asking them about taking vacant positions right after they had just loss games.

Do you believe in magic? How about poofy 70s hair and giant mustaches? Sparkly pink overalls? Cronenbergian nightmares? Rabbis? You will after the Doug Henning episode! The master of illusion (and a question mark) joins the Muppets for some tricks and some schtick, and Fozzie tries to get in on the act with Tribble-esque results. We get in on Norma Rae, All That Jazz, Bugs Bunny, tissue puppetry, and so much more! Listen now…unless it's all an illuuuuuuuuuuusiooooooooonnnnnnnn… https://muppeturgy.com/episodes/doug-henning

TOO MUCH FUN. The Defiant is orbed back in time to the teaser of "The Trouble with Tribbles" on the occasion of the Star Trek franchise's 30th anniversary. Bryan and Kristen dig in to an earlier crossover that featured extravagant technology to accomplish the task. Does this time capsule of Forrest Gump-inspired technology and Back to the Future-level grandfather paradoxes still hold up? More importantly, is it a BIG SWING that connects?The grades begin at (27:01).

TOS plots in TNGTrek has experimented with either re-visiting older episodes with new crews, as in DS9's "Trials and Tribble-ations" or SNW's "A Quality of Mercy", or recycling plots with TNG's "The Naked Now." The trio look at how exact stories from The Original Series would play out with The Next Generation crew. How would "Galileo Seven" work in Next Gen? Which Enterprise-D crew member would be forced back home in "Amok Time"? How would the classic episode "The City on the Edge of Forever" work in the 24th century?Join us as TOS stories play out in TNG - which combination of crew members can replace the triad of Kirk, Spock, McCoy?