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

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Join the next FREE 14 Day Manifestation Challenge on Sept 5th! http://jjflizanes.com/14day   Tickets available for Unleashing Your Manifestation Power LIVE in Oct http://jjflizanes.com/unleash   Kristin White, a former event planner and political fundraiser (including two years in the White House), answered her calling to merge her love of music and meditation into a life of healing and transformation. Now based in Hermosa Beach, CA, she creates symphonic sound baths infused with gongs, crystal and Tibetan singing bowls, Native American flute, chimes, drums, shruti box, tongue drum, and vocal toning—an experience that transcends sound and delivers the vibration of love itself. As a sound bath practitioner, meditation instructor, Reiki Master, retreat facilitator, and author of The Love Frequency and Wisdom of the Wild Ones, Kristin weaves universal healing energy into every offering. Whether guiding local sound baths or co-creating restorative retreats, she invites participants to leave lighter, more joyful, and deeply connected to the frequency of transformation.   3 Key Secrets to Creating a Transformational Sound Bath Experience https://www.soundbathacademy.org/three-key-secrets-jj   The Sound Bath Academy Special https://www.soundbathacademy.org/sba-jjflizanes   Kristin's Books   https://www.amazon.com/stores/Kristin-White/author/B093YMKC4Z?ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true

Join the next FREE 14 Day Manifestation Challenge on Sept 5th! http://jjflizanes.com/14day   Tickets available for Unleashing Your Manifestation Power LIVE in Oct http://jjflizanes.com/unleash   Kristin White, a former event planner and political fundraiser (including two years in the White House), answered her calling to merge her love of music and meditation into a life of healing and transformation. Now based in Hermosa Beach, CA, she creates symphonic sound baths infused with gongs, crystal and Tibetan singing bowls, Native American flute, chimes, drums, shruti box, tongue drum, and vocal toning—an experience that transcends sound and delivers the vibration of love itself. As a sound bath practitioner, meditation instructor, Reiki Master, retreat facilitator, and author of The Love Frequency and Wisdom of the Wild Ones, Kristin weaves universal healing energy into every offering. Whether guiding local sound baths or co-creating restorative retreats, she invites participants to leave lighter, more joyful, and deeply connected to the frequency of transformation.   3 Key Secrets to Creating a Transformational Sound Bath Experience https://www.soundbathacademy.org/three-key-secrets-jj   The Sound Bath Academy Special https://www.soundbathacademy.org/sba-jjflizanes   Kristin's Books   https://www.amazon.com/stores/Kristin-White/author/B093YMKC4Z?ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true

Join the next FREE 14 Day Manifestation Challenge on Sept 5th! http://jjflizanes.com/14day   Tickets available for Unleashing Your Manifestation Power LIVE in Oct http://jjflizanes.com/unleash   Kristin White, a former event planner and political fundraiser (including two years in the White House), answered her calling to merge her love of music and meditation into a life of healing and transformation. Now based in Hermosa Beach, CA, she creates symphonic sound baths infused with gongs, crystal and Tibetan singing bowls, Native American flute, chimes, drums, shruti box, tongue drum, and vocal toning—an experience that transcends sound and delivers the vibration of love itself. As a sound bath practitioner, meditation instructor, Reiki Master, retreat facilitator, and author of The Love Frequency and Wisdom of the Wild Ones, Kristin weaves universal healing energy into every offering. Whether guiding local sound baths or co-creating restorative retreats, she invites participants to leave lighter, more joyful, and deeply connected to the frequency of transformation.   3 Key Secrets to Creating a Transformational Sound Bath Experience https://www.soundbathacademy.org/three-key-secrets-jj   The Sound Bath Academy Special https://www.soundbathacademy.org/sba-jjflizanes   Kristin's Books   https://www.amazon.com/stores/Kristin-White/author/B093YMKC4Z?ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true

Join the next FREE 14 Day Manifestation Challenge on Sept 5th! http://jjflizanes.com/14day   Tickets available for Unleashing Your Manifestation Power LIVE in Oct http://jjflizanes.com/unleash   Kristin White, a former event planner and political fundraiser (including two years in the White House), answered her calling to merge her love of music and meditation into a life of healing and transformation. Now based in Hermosa Beach, CA, she creates symphonic sound baths infused with gongs, crystal and Tibetan singing bowls, Native American flute, chimes, drums, shruti box, tongue drum, and vocal toning—an experience that transcends sound and delivers the vibration of love itself. As a sound bath practitioner, meditation instructor, Reiki Master, retreat facilitator, and author of The Love Frequency and Wisdom of the Wild Ones, Kristin weaves universal healing energy into every offering. Whether guiding local sound baths or co-creating restorative retreats, she invites participants to leave lighter, more joyful, and deeply connected to the frequency of transformation.   3 Key Secrets to Creating a Transformational Sound Bath Experience https://www.soundbathacademy.org/three-key-secrets-jj   The Sound Bath Academy Special https://www.soundbathacademy.org/sba-jjflizanes   Kristin's Books   https://www.amazon.com/stores/Kristin-White/author/B093YMKC4Z?ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true

Join the next FREE 14 Day Manifestation Challenge on Sept 5th! http://jjflizanes.com/14day   Tickets available for Unleashing Your Manifestation Power LIVE in Oct http://jjflizanes.com/unleash   Kristin White, a former event planner and political fundraiser (including two years in the White House), answered her calling to merge her love of music and meditation into a life of healing and transformation. Now based in Hermosa Beach, CA, she creates symphonic sound baths infused with gongs, crystal and Tibetan singing bowls, Native American flute, chimes, drums, shruti box, tongue drum, and vocal toning—an experience that transcends sound and delivers the vibration of love itself. As a sound bath practitioner, meditation instructor, Reiki Master, retreat facilitator, and author of The Love Frequency and Wisdom of the Wild Ones, Kristin weaves universal healing energy into every offering. Whether guiding local sound baths or co-creating restorative retreats, she invites participants to leave lighter, more joyful, and deeply connected to the frequency of transformation.   3 Key Secrets to Creating a Transformational Sound Bath Experience https://www.soundbathacademy.org/three-key-secrets-jj   The Sound Bath Academy Special https://www.soundbathacademy.org/sba-jjflizanes   Kristin's Books   https://www.amazon.com/stores/Kristin-White/author/B093YMKC4Z?ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true

In this episode, Tim and Jean sit down with Rosemary Mix, president of the Capital District chapter of Wild Ones. That's a national organization that was an outgrowth of Douglas Tallamy''s idea for a “Homegrown National Park” whereby individuals planted their gardens with native plants to make a network of pollinators and a healthier ecology nationwide. The idea became the “Wild Ones” organization in 1977 at a native landscape conference. There are now over 100 chapters in 36 states, with nineteen thousand members. The pandemic resulted in a huge boost in membership, and a lively website encouraged more growth. The local group holds an annual plant sale at Thacher Park, a seed swap in November, and a series of educational programming via zoom all winter. Membership in the local group also offers “cozy chats”, informal gatherings to talk 'natives' during the winter, a speakers bureau, and meet and hike sessions. They are working on creating a demonstration garden at Guilderland Unity Lutheran Church. The planned design is posted on-line at the national website. There are many designs available on the website with guidance available, from lists of plant sources, designers, criteria for good design, and ideas beyond gardens. Planters, pots and other containers can serve to grow natives, and natives are not just annuals and perennials. There is advice on native trees and shrubs. The website even discusses the differences of opinion between mere enthusiasts and “purists” who shun nativars, cultivars or even combining native and introduced plants. To visit an established native garden, Rosemary suggests contacting the Sobro Conservancy in Saratoga, which has rescued a vacant lot and made it a pleasant entry to the city. Hosts: Tim Kennelty and Jean Thomas Guest: Rosemary Mix Photo by: Wild Ones Production Assistance: Linda Aydlett, Deven Connolly, Teresa Golden, Tim Kennelty, Amy Meadow, Xandra Powers, Annie Scibienski, Jean Thomas

The Cockney Rejects formed in East London in 1979, led by brothers Jeff and Mick Geggus. Coming straight out of the working-class neighborhood of East End, they were inspired by the raw energy of punk but added their own aggressive, football terrace–style chants. Their first records came out on EMI, with the 1980 debut Greatest Hits Vol. 1, followed quickly by Greatest Hits Vol. 2. Their loud, sing-along anthems such as “Oi! Oi! Oi!” made them one of the defining bands of the Oi! punk movement, even though the label “Oi!” was originally coined after a journalist described their music that way.The Rejects' lyrics often reflected working-class life and their love of West Ham United F.C. This connection to football culture gave them a unique identity but also brought violence to many of their gigs, as rival football hooligans clashed at shows. Despite this, their music gained popularity across the UK and Europe, and they were seen as heroes of street-level punk. They stood apart from art-punk or politically heavy bands, preferring to sing about everyday struggles, loyalty, and pride in where they came from.As the 1980s progressed, the band experimented with a harder rock and heavy metal sound. Albums like The Wild Ones (1982) leaned more toward glam and hard rock than their early Oi! roots, but this stylistic shift alienated some of their punk audience. Still, the band refused to be boxed into one style, proving they could adapt and survive in a changing music scene. They continued to play live, earning a reputation for rowdy, unpredictable gigs that mirrored the chaos of the streets they came from.By the 1990s and 2000s, the Cockney Rejects had become respected as pioneers, with a loyal international fanbase. They toured widely, influencing later punk, hardcore, and even street rock bands. Their story is one of resilience—despite violence at shows, industry challenges, and lineup changes, Jeff Geggus kept the band alive. Today, they are recognized as both punk icons and cultural figures who captured the voice of London's East End, leaving behind a legacy of defiant, working-class rock 'n' roll.https://www.cockneyrejects.com/cockneyrejectshomepage

ALICE COOPER, the Godfather of Shock Rock returns! In this riff-soaked episode, Team Derringer welcomes lifelong Alice Cooper fangirl Kathy Derringer to trace the Godfather of Shock Rock from his Phoenix-area origins through his chart-smashing heyday. IN THIS EPISODE The Band's Wild Origin Story: From Phoenix high school act to the Earwigs, then Spiders, Nazz, and finally Alice Cooper. It's a name this is as deceptively innocent as the stage antics were outrageous. Classic Albums, Shock and Awe: Early psychedelic albums Pretties for You (1969) and Easy Action (1970). Paul Derringer labels these albums “shockingly bad” but crucial to the band's formation. (To disagree with Paul, send an email to feedback@derringerdiscoveries.com – ATTENTION: PAUL)

ALICE COOPER, the Godfather of Shock Rock returns! In this riff-soaked episode, Team Derringer welcomes lifelong Alice Cooper fangirl Kathy Derringer to trace the Godfather of Shock Rock from his Phoenix-area origins through his chart-smashing heyday. IN THIS EPISODE The Band's Wild Origin Story: From Phoenix high school act to the Earwigs, then Spiders, Nazz, and finally Alice Cooper. It's a name this is as deceptively innocent as the stage antics were outrageous. Classic Albums, Shock and Awe: Early psychedelic albums Pretties for You (1969) and Easy Action (1970). Paul Derringer labels these albums “shockingly bad” but crucial to the band's formation. (To disagree with Paul, send an email to feedback@derringerdiscoveries.com – ATTENTION: PAUL)

Celebrating Alice Cooper week in Little Steven's Underground Garage, we have a three part series with several of the original band members of Alice Cooper. This chat features the man himself, Alice Cooper! "Wild Ones" is our Coolest Song in the World this week. Join The Mighty Manfred and Alice for this week's Coolest Conversation, presented by Hard Rock

“We will carve our place into time and space.” —Wild Things, Alessia Cara It's powerful outcry, a protest and empowerment song by Alessia, as sister/co-host Kerry loves music that's unapologetic - Things are heating up during July's Disability Pride Month (DPM). This week on Outlook we're continuing the Pride talk on another mixed bag with brother/co-host Brian's baseball adventures, reading image descriptions of the stadium, and then Kerry shares about her memories of seeing the Toronto Bluejay's Sky Dome (roof open and sky exposed or closed). Accessibility - how he and BF Barry asked at Guest Services for accessible ways to follow the game and a giant company like Rogers doing very little even with all their resources. Advocacy - summer being a time people love to attend festivals and a recent CBC London Morning segment speaking with an accessibility consultant in a wheelchair about how to make something like London's Sunfest more inclusive. And equality - describing the colours of the Disability Pride Flag as July's DPM continues. While Kerry and guide dog Oyster recently had a girl's day, watching Friends, sleeping on the couch, and going out in the back yard for which Kerry is writing an essay about in a July writing class: Oyster's Secret Garden, Brian and Barry had a good time out socialising in London and spending a lot of time on patios and at local spots across town. He shares about transportation issues and talking with Uber drivers, and. Kerry shares, while describing the need for colours and vivid imagery on a flag like that of DPM along with the grief she's now receiving peer support for when she misses seeing the colours she has always loved and once could make out. When Kerry was in Ireland and went forest bathing, she was encouraged to take her power back and she finds that works better through song lyrics than through cursing. It's a summer of Pride, a lifetime of advocacy, and demanding equality along the way with cross-community support so be one of the Wild Ones: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5vUBQBykJ4

Vianet Djenguet is an award-winning wildlife film-maker and camera operator whose work has featured in a number of major nature documentaries.In this podcast, Vianet joins us to talk about his career, how wildlife film-making have changed, and his experiences working with local researchers to capture footage of endangered animals on the new television series The Wild Ones.Music supplied by SPD/Triple Scoop Music/Getty Images Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Available on Apple TV+, THE WILD ONES follows wildlife experts as they attempt to find, film and help protect six of the most endangered species on Earth. Consisting of Aldo Kane, Royal Marines commando, Declan Burley, a wildlife and camera trap expert and ecological storyteller and wildlife cinematographer Vianet Djenguet, the team sets out into some of the world's most remote areas in order to catch a glimpse of nature's greatest beasts. In this 1on1, we speak to the team about practical help onscreen and their toughest environments.

This week on RunPod, Jenni is joined by a real-life action man - Aldo Kane. Aldo joined the Royal Marine Commandos at just 16 and quickly rose through the ranks to become one of the youngest elite commando snipers in UK Armed Forces history.But Aldo didn't stop there - he's a survival expert, pro climber, skydiver, diver, bodyguard, medic, and record-breaking adventurer and explorer, who you may recognise from your TV screen or his recent 'ripped' cover feature in Men's Health magazine.Aldo's a man who thrives in the wild and pushes his limits daily - and yes, he runs to keep both his body and mind razor-sharp. As he says, running keeps him ready for anything… including, perhaps, the role of the next James Bond?Jenni talks fitness, mindset, danger, discipline, and his thrilling new Apple TV show ‘The Wild Ones', premiering July 11th, 2025.This is one not to miss.

Highlights of what's new in streaming for the week of July 5, 2025. Hulu It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, season 17 (Jul. 9) Team Players, season 1 (Jul. 9) Suspicious Minds, season 1 (Jul. 10) Netflix The Summer Hikaru Died, season 1 (Jul. 5) Puniru: A Kawaii Slime, season 2 (Jul. 6) Better Late Than Single, season 1 (Jul. 8) Nate Jackson: Super Funny (Jul. 8) Quarterback, season 2 (Jul. 8) Trainwreck: The Real Project X (Jul. 8) Building the Band, season 1 (Jul. 9) The Gringo Hunters, season 1 (Jul. 9) Under a Dark Sun, season 1 (Jul. 9) Ziam (Jul. 9) 7 Bears, season 1 (Jul. 10) Brick (Jul. 10) Leviathan, season 1 (Jul 10) My Love Will Make You Disappear (Jul. 10) Offroad, season 1 (Jul. 10) Too Much, season 1 (Jul. 10) Aap Jaisa Koi (Jul. 11) Almost Cops (Jul. 11) Bread Barber Shop, season 4 (Jul. 11) It's Worth It by Dani Rovira (Jul. 11) Taylor vs. Serrano (Jul. 11 at 8 p.m. EDT) Tougen Anki, season 1 (Jul. 11) Tyler Perry's Madea's Destination Wedding (Jul. 11) Disney+ Jaws @ 50: The Definitive Inside Story (Jul. 11) Zombies 4: Dawn of the Vampires (Jul. 11) HBO Max Rage, season 1 (Jul. 11) Paramount+ Dexter: Resurrection, season 1 (Jul. 11) Peacock Drop (Jul. 11) Prime Video Simple Plan: The Kids in the Crowd (Jul. 8) Ballard, season 1 (Jul. 9) One Night in Idaho: The College Murders (Jul. 11) Apple TV+ Foundation, season 3 (Jul. 11) The Wild Ones, season 1 (Jul. 11) Tubi Get Off My Lawn (Jul. 11)

From tiny robots crawling up your nose to Bronte’s brush with a deadly African cat, it’s a wild one. We unpack why wet wipes might be ruining your butt, do a deep dive into Nollywood’s “Everybody Loves Jenifa,” and take strange animal encounter calls that include koalas in kitchens and meerkats that bite. Plus, it’s a new financial year, time for fresh resolutions and maybe... fewer drunk purchases?Subscribe on LiSTNR: https://play.listnr.com/podcasts/seafm-gold-coast-breakfastSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Uwe is back in the studio with James this week after a few weeks away, and he hit up a flea market as soon as he got back in town to dig up some fresh old vinyl sounds! You'll hear the original recorded version of R&B standard Got My Mojo Workin', some early Supremes, a cheap but perfect Chuck Jackson Northern Soul tune, a Nolan Porter favorite, and garage rockers by the Troggs, The Trolls, The Haunted, The Wild Ones, The Cherry Slush, The Spencer Davis group, and more! -Originally broadcast June 22, 2025- Willie Mitchell / That Driving BeatMongo Santamaria / El Pussy CatCosmo / Small Town GossipThe Esquires / You SayJesse Gee / Don't Mess With My MoneyJerry Butler / It's Too LateAnn Cole with the Suburbans / Got My Mojo WorkingDetroit Emeralds / Show TimeThe Supremes / Let Me Go the Right WayDiana Ross and the Supremes / I'm Livin' in ShameTroy Dodds / Trying To Find My BabyOscar Weathers / Just to Prove I Love YouFive Royales / I'm Standing In The ShadowsOtis Redding / Nobody's Fault But MineChuck Jackson / These Chains Of Love (Are Breaking Me Down)Nolan Porter / If I Could Only Be SureThe Troggs / I Want YouThe Orphans / DesertedThe Buckinghams / I Call Your NameThe Revengers / The Batman ThemeThe Trolls / Every Day and Every NightThe Haunted / 1-2-5The Wild Ones / Never Givin' Up (On Your Love)The Gladiolas / Little Darlin'The Lovejoys / Payin' (For The Wrong I've Done)The Diamonds / Sneaky AlligatorJoe Moore / I Know You Like A BookJackie Shane / Comin' DownJackie Paine / No Puppy LoveThe Raelettes / All I Need Is His LoveThe Intensions / I Don't Care AnymoreFreddy Robinson / The Oogum Boogum SongThe Spencer Davis Group / Looking BackThe Cherry Slush / Gotta Take It EasyThe Sheep / Hide & SeekJackie Beavers / Sling ShotRollee Mc Gill / You Can Keep ItJohnnie & Joe / Won't You Come Back To MeDon Covay / Turn It On Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

You've been living on daily grace—and you've gotten used to it. Just like Israel in the wilderness, many believers start out amazed by God's provision, only to grow numb when the miracle becomes routine. This message exposes how a craving for the past can corrupt your view of the present—and why God's mercy still shows up even when our maturity doesn't. From manna in the morning to meat in the evening, we explore the wild, undeserved love of a God who feeds complainers, leads the ungrateful, and refuses to give up on the fragile. But beware: what you refuse to forget may ultimately rob you of God's fullness. If you've ever felt stuck in a cycle, wrestling with entitlement, or tired of trying to earn what God already gave—you're not alone. God loves the wild ones. And He's not done with you yet.

Welcome to PTBN Pop's Video Jukebox Song of The Day! Every weekday will be featuring a live watch of a great and memorable music video. On today's episode, Andy Atherton is watching “Wild Ones” by Flo Rida feat. Sia from 2011.   The YouTube link for the video is below so you can watch along! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpOR_HuHRNs

Local session guy music man Rick Tedesco drops by from Brookfield, CT to chat about being asked to play on the new album from THE ALICE COOPER group called The Revenge of Alice Cooper out this July! Rick is a local guitar show owner and musician....his guitar show called The Guitar Hangar is out he met Ian Hunter from Mott The Hoople which led to him meeting Dennis Dunaway and the guys in the ALICE COOPER GROUP! Rick tells a few funny stories and how it felt to play and record on this new album mostly done in the city's backyard of Stamford, Connecticut at The Carriage House studios! Here is a video of Wild Ones from The Original Alice Cooper Group and Rick gets a few seconds of some screen time! Check it out! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqwLaYFGrn4For more on Rick's guitar shop log onto the website! https://www.guitarhangar.com

Audubon Society of Kalamazoo, Southwest Michigan Land Conservancy, and Wild Ones lead us on a Signs of Spring tour for Earth Day in Upjohn Park. Connecting Communities presents a pod short showcasing the presenters as they discussed the natural habitat of the park with participants of the walk.

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On this segment of Copper Country Today, Marcia Goodrich from the Wild Ones Keweenaw Chapter talks with host Todd VanDyke about the benefits of planting native flowers and shrubs in our gardens.Copper Country Today airs throughout Michigan's Keweenaw Peninsula Sunday mornings at 7:00 on WOLV 97.7 FM, 8:00 on WCCY 99.3 FM and 1400 AM, 9:00 on WHKB 102.3 FM, and 10:00 on WHBS 96.3 FM. The program is sponsored by the Copper Shores Community Health Foundation. Copyright © 2025, Houghton Community Broadcasting, Houghton, MI.

For Kailyn Palomares's March visit to the Morning Show, we speak with Brandon Gross, president of the Root River Chapter of Wild Ones, a national organization that encourages the creation of native habitats and the growing of native plants. The local chapter's Native Plant Sale is currently underway (the deadline for placing orders is April 1st.)

As a show note I got new microphones and some of the sound quality is not perfect because I am playing with the mic in my hand I hope that doesn't completely ruin your listening experience.

They are feral. They cannot be domesticated. Don't believe it? Listen now.

Summary Amanda shares the journey she and her husband have taken to transform their small, suburban yard into a vibrant habitat for birds and pollinators. We discuss the various projects they've undertaken, the challenges of DIY landscaping, the importance of community support, and the positive reactions from neighbors and family. Their story shows how creating wildlife habitat can benefit both the environment and the property owners' well-being. Amanda encourages others to start small, focus on native plants, and seek community support to achieve similar successes. Today's guest Amanda is a mom, medical writer, former biomedical researcher, and nature enthusiast who lives in middle Tennessee on a small, suburban lot. I met Amanda about a year ago when she joined a small group coaching program we were offering in the Backyard Ecology™ Community. She dove right in and continued as community member after the coaching program was done.  3 things you'll learn from this episode The practical steps Amanda took and challenges she and her husband faced while transforming their small, suburban yard into a thriving ecosystem. How her involvement with supportive groups such as her local Wild Ones chapter and the Backyard Ecology™ Community were instrumental in her success. The positive impact creating backyard ecosystems can have on personal well-being, friends and family, and the local biodiversity. Bonus content Amanda's Checklist for Creating a Thriving Backyard Ecosystem Resources Amanda mentioned Backyard Ecology Community  Wild Ones  The Habitat Connection  Other Backyard Ecology resources Attract Backyard Birds with an Ecosystem Approach!   Discover Your Next Steps  Thank you Thank you to our amazing Patrons who go above and beyond every month to provide financial support which helps us create so much free content for everyone to enjoy and learn from.

Bill Horan and Stacy Raine learn about Wild Ones, a national non- profit organization with local chapters that promote the many benefits of landscaping using native plants such as wildflowers, shrubs, trees, and grasses. They speak with Wild Ones New York Metro Region's president, Fred Nass, and Olivia Cunningham, who is a Community Hub Leader at Wild Ones for the towns of North Hempstead and Smithtown.

Thanks for tuning in this year! We'll be taking a short break in January, and will be back with more Wild Ones fun on February 6th.You can check out the video versions of the podcast here:https://www.youtube.com/@Cade_Media/videos00:00 Francis is home for Xmas03:40 FYI, we're taking a break in January03:56 Ranking 2024 roadie cycling trends04:54 Trend: uber-narrow handlebars06:33 Trend: aero everything07:16 Trend: grey bib shorts in the World Tour08:09 Trend: sharing Strava Year in Sport stats10:54 Trend: turning in your hoods13:25 Trend: 165 cranks14:25 Trend: ‘weird' looking aero bikes15:32 Trend: bladder packs18:24 Trend: bike-themed tattoos19:57 Trend: MASSIVE TT helmets20:54 Trend: Pas Normal Studios21:47 Trend: drivers vs cyclist war22:04 Why the podcast didn't go live on time last week (FUOTW)24:16 Our most unhinged quiz yet…25:06 Q1: The Around The World record took how long?26:11 Q2: How long did the tandem Around The World record take?28:23 Q3: What risque thing did Jimmi say he'd sell for £1000?30:49 Q4: What's the chemical symbol for Carbon MONOXIDE? 33:11 Q5: Which retro thing was born the same year as Tadej Pogacar?34:26 Q6: Which retro thing was born the same year as Lotte Kopecky?35:41 Q7: Which of these films does NOT feature a bicycle?38:37 Jimmi's Secret Santa for Francis42:23 Emily's Secret Santa for Jimmi46:55 Francis' Secret Santa for Emily48:36 Unpopular Opinion: Bikes don't have to be slammed to look nice50:32 Unpopular Opinion: Bikes AREN'T Getting More Expensive51:34 Christmas Unpopular Opinions52:50 Send us your Unpopular Opinions + see you February 6thIf you'd like us to send in a question, story, some good news, things you'd like us to discuss or anything else, email us at wildonespodcast@cademedia.co.ukThanks and see you next time. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This week's podcast episode is pure GOLD if you're ready to step up, claim your space, and create a high-value brand that stands out in a big way. I sat down with Emma Gage, founder of The Wild Ones and brand strategist to some of the world's most iconic companies (Nike, Google, L'Oreal – just casually). Emma's journey from corporate to coaching is full of insights for us entrepreneurs and coaches who are ready to think beyond the typical "just show up" advice and actually own our brilliance. In this episode, Emma and I chat about what she calls “Unicorn Ambitions” – bold, audacious goals that change everything. We unpack how you can start positioning yourself strategically, even if you're in the early stages, and dive into the power of having a disruptive idea to cut through the noise. Some of the highlights:✨ Why “Unicorn Ambitions” are for anyone who's serious about making an impact ✨ How to break out of the personal branding box and position yourself as high-value from the get-go ✨ Emma's take on building a disruptive brand strategy (it's not about throwing shade or self-promotion) ✨ How to communicate your brand's mission and stay consistent, so you're not just visible – you're unforgettable Why This Episode Matters: This episode matters because it's about building a brand with purpose and power, not just visibility. Emma introduces the concept of “Unicorn Ambitions”—bold, strategic goals that go beyond surface-level branding and allow you to create a high-value brand from the outset. In a world where coaches often focus on visibility for visibility's sake, Emma shares how positioning yourself with a disruptive, cohesive strategy can help you stand out and attract clients who see your unique value. If you're ready to stop blending in and start making a real impact, this episode is for you. Who is Emma Gage?Emma Gage is a disruptive brand strategist who has spent 20+ years working for people like Nike, Google and Disney

It's episode 202 and that means it's time for our One Book One Podcast Battle of the Books episode where we discuss A Wizard's Guide to Defensive Baking by T. Kingfisher! You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts or your favourite podcast delivery system. In this episode Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray

In 'Wild Ones,' Les Cody delivers an inspiring sermon at MC Waco. Focusing on the story of Zacchaeus from Luke 19, Cody emphasizes the importance of a presence-driven church centered on God's will rather than pleasing people. He calls for a reformation in 2024, encouraging believers to move beyond casual Christianity and become wild, undomesticated followers of Christ. Ps. Les discusses the spiritual battles Christians face, including the pervasive spirit of religion, and encourages a radical commitment to Jesus through obedience, worship, and seeking His pleasure above all else. Ps. Les challenges believers to shed domesticated faith and embrace the power and purpose of undiluted devotion to God.

Duck Team parties with the frost giants, then heads off to another world! Calder gets a hero's razzing, Sol goes galactic, and Callie takes a big gamble. Support us at Patreon.com/Naddpod to get access to the after-show and a bunch of other Naddpod content! Get tickets to our upcoming live shows at naddpod.com/live.Music / Sound Effects Include: “A Wizard's Tournament” by Emily Axford."Greenshade" by Emily Axford."Escape From Smuggler's Bounty" by Emily Axford."A Tale's End" by Emily Axford."I Need to Know You're Taken Care Of" by Emily Axford."The Multiverse" by Emily Axford."Home is Where the Hearth Is" by Emily Axford."Cable Car Ride" by Emily Axford."Corrupted" by Emily Axford."Mothership" by Emily Axford."Left is Left and Right is Center" by Emily Axford."Lucanus Aer'Tea" by Emily Axford."The University" by Emily Axford."Gladeholm" by Emily Axford."A Haven Away From Home" by Emily Axford."The Feywild" by Emily Axford."Broken Heart Banshee" by Emily Axford."Akarot's Letter" by Emily Axford."Tower in the Distance" by Emily Axford."Akarot" by Emily Axford.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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Link to our merch: https://cade-media-shop.fourthwall.com/en-gbp/Check out the video versions of the podcast here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W18kANPWptwHere's the episode breakdown (the timings may be a bit off due to advert placement on some platforms!)00:00 Our top secret trip for the launch of new bike15:49 This cycling brand's new streetwear range is… unexpected19:27 Wild Ones merch is back!20:28 He just got a knighthood…21:15 MyWhoosh is coming for Zwift, are they in trouble?24:08 Zwift now does a smart bike31:29 Celebrity's massive bike crash32:38 Big drama at the Tour of Britain33:39 Pro cyclist demands apology after Tour of Slovenia disqualification35:38 Job cuts and closures at GCN39:14 UCI ‘copying football' with latest rule change44:07 Overrated/Underrated: The UCI45:53 Overrated/Underrated: Wearing matching brand cycling kit46:30 Overrated/Underrated: Coaching for everyday riding49:16 Overrated/Underrated: Centre Parcs52:12 Jimmi's wine got confiscated by security (FUOTW)56:17 A BIG sportive errorIf you'd like us to send in a question, story, some good news, things you'd like us to discuss or anything else, email us at wildonespodcast@cademedia.co.ukThanks and see you next time. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Jay Onrait (Toronto Sports Network) joins Jason and Randy to talk about Bellichick finally letting loose, the NHL playoffs, Ric Flair being kicked out of a restaurant after fight over the bathroom, an entire sailing team being gets thrown off their boat during a race after a teammate presses the wrong button, there are 2 competing Brooklyn Half Marathons creating confusion for runners, and Christoph Waltz (Brad Morris) leaves a voicemail about the NBA playoffs, and so much more!

Watch the video version of the podcast here: https://youtu.be/-g6--2QzF4QThis week the gang's back together as Francis returns from Malaysia. We play an April Fool's based news quiz, plus find out why people are hating on Rapha's latest jersey release. Also in the news, sticky bottles at Paris-Roubaix and are Vingegaard & Evenepoel out of the Tour de France? We'll also be rating cable actuated hydraulic disc brakes, the spring classics, the gym and Aaron Taylor Johnson as James Bond. Lastly, we'll be discussing essential handling skills every roadie should know.Enjoy! And if you'd like us to send in a question, story, some good news, things you'd like us to discuss or anything else, email us at wildonespodcast@cademedia.co.uk Thanks and see you next time. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Welcome to the 200th episode of the Rebel Buddhist Podcast! This week, we're celebrating the WILD ones. And yes - that means we're celebrating YOU. We'll jam on some of my fave concepts and teachings from past episodes and why each one is a rebellious act on its own. Plus, I'll tell you the most counter-cultural concepts of all!You will learn:// Why the consumerist, materialistic world can never free us from unnecessary suffering// Some of the most rebellious ideas and teachings from the past 200 episodes, including:> Impermanence & non-attachement> Non-dual perspective> Compassion> Mindfulness> Ehipassiko> Unnecessary suffering> Curing vs Healing// Why the world needs each of us - in all of our wild, rebellious, crazy gloryResources:// Episode 9: Impermanence, Death, and Other Sexy Things// Episode 51: Self-Compassion// Episode 60: How to Avoid Unnecessary Suffering// Episode 82: How to Live in Polarity// Episode 122: Come See for Yourself - Ehipassiko// Episode 161: Healing vs Curing// I'd love to hear from you! You can leave a review on the Rebel Buddhist Podcast on iTunes by clicking here.// Check out Freedom School – the community for ALL things related to freedom, inside and out. Plus, we have entire months devoted to wisdom and compassion. Learn more at JoinFreedomSchool.com. I can't wait to see you there!// If you're new to the squad, grab the Rebel Buddhist Toolkit I created at RebelBuddhist.com. It has all you need to start creating a life of more freedom, adventure, and purpose. You'll also get access to the Rebel Buddhist private group, and tune in every Wednesday as I go live with new inspiration and topics.

I chat with David Jay Paw who is a food and restaurant writer/editor. We talk mostly on food. Heading straight in to his role at Resy and collaborating with some amazing people such as Amanda Nguyen and Susie Bubble who have written articles to share their stories on food and restaurant. Speaking of restaurants, we have a conversation on Somsaa and Ivy Asia, how they misrepresented ESEA (East and Southeast Asian) food and the work that David did to call this out. My favourite part of the show is talking about David's dad who is in a band back in the 80's in Burma called The Wild Ones (check them out on YouTube). If you're listening don't forget to share the show with your friends. If you have any Asian stories to share with me or a shout out, please DM me on Instagram and I might read out your message on my next show :)Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/chinesechippygirlhttps://www.instagram.com/thedavidjaypaw/Articles:https://blog.resy.com/2022/03/nem-chua-by-moonlight/https://blog.resy.com/2021/05/susie-lau-personal-guide-to-londons-chinatown-restaurants/The Wild Ones:Saw Thein Win https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWNk_IZyQW8 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

El artista musical MC Kaimán Jiménez y el DJ Kobra 3000 integran la nueva colaboración musical ‘The Wild Ones' y presentan sus dos primeras producciones musicales. Estuvieron en vivo en los estudios de SBS en Melbourne y nos anunciaron su participación en el evento “Verbena Carnaval”, en Melbourne.

Clover lawns are all the rage — but should they be? Hosts Tiff and Kat answer:What eco-friendly claims do folks make about clover yards? Are they true?Why is Reddit so uncomfy?What are the disadvantages of clover lawns?Explore how to spot greenwashing in the world of clover lawns with your two favorite marketing writers in this upbeat sustainability podcast.SourcesMartha Stewart: https://www.marthastewart.com/8322420/clover-lawns Gardenia Creative Gardens: https://www.gardenia.net/guide/native-plant-alternatives-to-trifolium-repens Podcast: Backyard Ecology episode on clover: https://www.backyardecology.net/clovers-native-clover-conservation-clover-yards-and-more/ Reddit - No Lawns subreddit specifically covering Clover: https://www.reddit.com/r/NoLawns/wiki/meta/clover/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=1&utm_term=1#wiki_clover_controversy The Spruce: https://www.thespruce.com/all-about-clover-lawns-6362145Bob Vila: https://www.bobvila.com/articles/clover-lawn/ Wild Ones garden designs: https://nativegardendesigns.wildones.org/designs/  Instagram: @greeningupmyactFacebook: Greening Up My ActEmail us with questions: greeningupmyact@gmail.comYouTube: Greening Up My Act

Este ‘Fin de Semana-Australia en Español' retomamos nuestros “conciertos privados”, con un par de invitados “salvajes”: Caimán Jiménez, acompañado de Kobra 3000, quienes conforman el dúo “The Wild Ones”, y nos interpretan un par de sus canciones, además de anunciarnos el evento Verbena Carnaval. Y, como es costumbre, tendremos nuestros segmentos de Cibertendencias y Mundo Bizarro. ¡No te lo pierdas!

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to listen to the whispers of wild horses? Listen in to today's interview with Anna Twinney, where we will discuss her new film Whispers from the Wild Ones, her nonprofit organization The Way of the Equine Warrior, and her years of experience with wild horses around the world.   Today's conversation reinforces how crucial it is that we protect wild horse habitats and preserve their freedom. If we don't take action now, future generations may never know these majestic creatures. Anna's passion for the horses' welfare and preserving their wild spirit gives me hope that we can make positive change, because I cannot imagine an Earth where we don't have wild horses.   Get full show notes and more information here: https://www.wildhoofbeats.com/26

Books this month: The Heart of It All, by Christian Keefer; The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, by Michael Chabon; Small Mercies, by Dennis Lehane; Remarkably Bright Creatures, by Shelby Van Pelt; The Wild Ones, by John Mooallem; Foster, by Claire Keegan; The Mysteries, by Bill Watterson and John Kascht; The Last Ronin- The Lost Years, by Kevin Eastman; Doppelganger, by Naomi Kline; Classic X-Men.

Hi there…welcome to Mushroom Hour. Today on Mushroom Hour we are graced by the presence of author, researcher, and mycological maven Elise Rothman. Coming to us from her hideaway in the woods and wilds of France, Elise is here to share her newest creation – a set of mushroom identification card decks that have been lovingly crafted with beautiful artwork and thoughtful graphic design elements that will help mycologists and ordinary folk alike to identify common edibles, deadly toxic and psychoactive mushrooms in North America and Europe. And I'm excited to learn everything about this project including a brand-new form of mushroom identification methodology.   TOPICS:   Entering St. George's Fairy Ring   Mushroom Identification Cards   Deck 1 – The Edibles   Collaborating with Scientific Advisors    Deck 2 – The Deadlies   Artistic License and Composite Mushroom Artwork   Features of a Mushroom   The Twins – Separating Edible from Deadly   What is a “Lookalike”?   A New Methodology for Mushroom Identification   Deck 3 – The Wild Ones   Rethinking Identification with Psychoactives   Mushrooms in France   Breaking the Publishing Mold   EPISODE RESOURCES:   WhichFungi website: http://whichfungi.com/   WhichFungi IG: https://www.instagram.com/p/CufBjBDMxwL/   Russula cyanoxantha: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russula_cyanoxantha