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The bizarre, incoherent ‘Star Wars Holiday Special' was broadcast only once, on 17th November, 1978. Despite CBS signing up the stars of the original movie - Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher and Mark Hamill, the plot swapped epic battles for a bizarre variety show filled with cameos from Harvey Korman, Bea Arthur, and Jefferson Starship. The story revolves around Chewbacca's family as celebrate “Life Day” on their home planet, Kashyyyk. George Lucas' initial vision was for a sombre, character-driven tale. But instead, it evolved into a chaotic blend of guest star sketches, dodgy green screens, and musical numbers. Lucas reportedly hated it so much he wished to destroy every copy with a sledgehammer. Arion, Rebecca and Olly explain why Fisher ended up singing a new song to the tune of John Williams's Star Wars theme; consider how Disney attempted to scrub the memory of the Special from the Star Wars canon after acquiring Lucasfilm; and contemplate the wisdom of making Wookies - who speak an unintelligible language, with no subtitles - the stars of the show… Further Reading: • ‘The Star Wars Holiday Special: A Retrospective' (Empire, 2009): https://www.empireonline.com/movies/features/star-wars-holiday-special/ • ‘Star Wars Holiday Special: Inside the Confusing Christmas Special' (Thrillist, 2017): https://www.thrillist.com/entertainment/nation/star-wars-holiday-special • 'The Star Wars Holiday Special' (CBS, 1978): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxtSX1lg8rE Love the show? Support us! Join
In dieser Folge wird's… sagen wir mal: intim. Sebi und Wookie tauchen tief ein in die wundersame Welt der Bordellbesuche, Selbstbefriedigungs-Mythen und die überraschenden Einsatzmöglichkeiten der Innenseite des Ellenbogens. Mit gewohnt schamlosem Humor, einer Prise Fremdscham und der einen oder anderen unerwarteten Lebensweisheit navigieren die beiden durch Themen, die man eigentlich nicht beim Abendessen besprechen sollte – aber genau deshalb hört man ja diesen Podcast. Eine Folge für alle, die gerne lachen, auch wenn's weh tut. Oder juckt. Oder beides.
This week, the holidays are about to start at Disneyland, which means candy canes, upgrading a Magic Key just got easier, an opening date for two attractions, new themed suites are at Pixar Place, Life Day is coming again this year with some updates, we talk about our amazing experience dining at Club 33, and more! Please support the show if you can by going to https://www.dlweekly.net/support/. Check out all of our current partners and exclusive discounts at https://www.dlweekly.net/promos. News: The holidays are nearly here, which means that it is candy cane season at the Disneyland Resort. This year, Candy Palace in Disneyland will have hand made candy canes starting November 28th, with 9 dates ending on December 24th. Trolley Treats in Disney California Adventure will have them starting November 29th, with 9 dates ending on December 25th. For the exact dates, head on over to the link in our show notes. – https://www.disneyfoodblog.com/2025/11/09/disneylands-famous-candy-canes-are-back/#more-1082358 https://www.laughingplace.com/disney-parks/disneyland-2025-candy-cane-distribution-dates/ Upgrading a Magic Key has just become way easier! Magic Key holders can now upgrade their Magic Key to a higher pass level through Disneyland.com or the Disneyland app. Previously, you could only upgrade in person at the parks. In addition to this news, Inspire and Believe keys are still available for purchase or upgrade. Enchant and Imagine keys are still open for renewals only. – https://www.disneyfoodblog.com/2025/11/05/youre-going-to-love-this-new-change-to-the-disneyland-app/#more-1080986 We finally have an opening date for Storybook Land Canal Boats and Casey Jr. Circus Train. November 14th, which is also the start of the busy holiday season, will see the return of these two classic attractions. In addition to the refreshed experience, there will be a new Tangled section of Storybook Land. Cast members have been seen testing the boats and train through the area, and practicing the updated script. – https://www.micechat.com/426590-disneyland-news-christmas-crunch/ Pixar Place is about to get two new themed suites that guests can book. The new rooms are themed to Coco and the Incredibles. Reservations for the suites are open for stays starting in December, 2025. The Coco suite features Oaxacan-style architecture, terracotta tiling, Mexican artisan quilted and woven pieces, a fireplace, and more. The Incredibles suite is themed to mid-century modern, with a hand scanning prop at the entrance, super-inspired touches and special effects, including a spy phone, hidden messages, and more. – https://www.micechat.com/426590-disneyland-news-christmas-crunch/ November 17th is a very special day for Wookies in the Star Wars Universe. It is Life Day. For the last several years, Star Wars Galaxy's Edge has celebrated this event. This year, Chewbacca will be appearing for a limited time in his Life Day best, which includes a red cloak, and a Life Day Orb. A number of food offerings and merchandise will also be available to celebrate Life Day. – https://www.laughingplace.com/disney-parks/life-day-chewbacca-coming-to-disneyland/ https://www.laughingplace.com/disney-merchandise/life-day-merchanidse-available-disneyland-2025/ https://www.laughingplace.com/disney-parks/star-wars-life-day-menu-disneyland/ Last week, Earl of Sandwich Tavern closed permanently in Downtown Disney, with the main sandwich shop closing a day later. As of now, the only place to get an Earl sandwich in Downtown Disney is the temporary food truck near Star Wars Trading Post. The new, permanent location, which will include Gordon Ramsay at The Carnaby is expected to open sometime this winter. – https://www.laughingplace.com/disney-parks/temporary-earl-of-sandwich-closing-at-downtown-disney/ SnackChat: Holiday Foodie Guide – https://disneyparksblog.com/dlr/disney-eats-foodie-guide-to-holidays-at-disneyland-resort-2025/ Discussion Topic: Lunch at Club 33 Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.
Sydnie gets some live interviews at KFC with Miggy, DaveC, Dead-Sync, and JTRussell, to chat about their involvement and highlights of KFC. Tune in next week for a full recap of the amazing weekend with the three attending hosts (Sydnie, Liam, and DevDev).HFFS intro voices in order of appearance: Gee, LordJudo, Josh, lqdsquash, Jeremy, Sydnie, Wookie, Liam, DevDev, Drazkor, Jovi, not2night.If you wish to donate to HFFS here is our Patreon link: https://www.patreon.com/hffspodcast • Please subscribe if you enjoyed this episode, leave a review on Apple with your thoughts, and share it on your social channels. We appreciate any and all support. // If you wish to connect with, join our Discord, link below, or email us: hffspodcast@gmail.com. Connect with Sydnie on Discord: SCSteele // Blake on Discord: blvdblake // Devin on Discord: DevDev // Liam on Discord: .kingofblingJoin our Discord to talk about episodes and help shape future ones! https://discord.gg/w6vbkWF6Xh
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In dieser Episode geht's heiß her – und das nicht nur im Backofen! Sebi und Wookie widmen sich diesmal The Offspring, philosophieren über die wahre Kunst des Würstchen-im-Schlafrock-Rollens und decken auf, warum TV-Experten offenbar aus einer ganz eigenen Galaxie stammen. Ob Punkrock, Pizzateig oder peinliche Fernsehmomente – hier bleibt kein Thema unbepunktet und kein Lacher ungeschnitten. Also: Kopfhörer auf, Senf dazugeben und ab ins akustische Vergnügen!
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
Zo would be honored if you would join him on the celebration of the 200th EPISODE of Back Look Cinema: The Podcast! Finally, at long last, he sees fit to talk about what he had long determined to be his favorite movie and here to help him celebrate are two of his favorite hosts from one of his favorite podcasts: Rod and Karen from The Black Guy Who Tips!A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, Zo, Rod & Karen visited a place where an unsympathetic Empire engaged in a campaign to strip the populous of their rights and gain unquestioned and unlimited control of the galaxy. Only a brave small band of ill equipped rebels stand in the way of totalitarian oppression. In their most desperate hour a new hope in the forms of a farmer, a pirate, a princess, two droids and a Wookie join their ranks . . . may the Force be with them. Episode Chapters00:19:38 Opening Credits for Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope Starring Mark Hamill, Harrison Ford and Carrie Fisher00:53:40 Favorite Parts of the 1977 film Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope01:30:51 Trivia from the sci-fi action fantasy Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope 01:41:02 Critics' Thoughts on George Lucas' Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope The Black Guy Who Tips (TBGWT) Podcast Links:Twitter: @rodimusprime@SayDatAgain@TBGWTInstagram: @TheBlackGuyWhoTipsEmail: theblackguywhotips@gmail.comBlog: www.theblackguywhotips.com Please leave a comment, suggestion or question on our social media: Back Look Cinema: The Podcast Links:Website: www.backlookcinema.comEmail: fanmail@backlookcinema.comYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@backlookcinemaTwitter: https://twitter.com/backlookcinemaFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/BackLookCinemaInstagram: https://instagram.com/backlookcinemaThreads: https://www.threads.net/@backlookcinemaTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@backlookcinemaTwitch https://www.twitch.tv/backlookcinemaBlue Sky: https://bsky.app/profile/backlookcinema.bsky.socialMastodon: https://mstdn.party/@backlookcinemaBack Look Cinema Merch at Teespring.comBack Look Cinema Merch at Teepublic.com Again, thanks for listening.
House, funk, soul, disco, reggae, hip hop, afrobeats, UKG, drum & bass and all manner of beats for open-minded listeners, fresh releases and classic gems, presented by DJ D'Francisco. New episode every Sunday night. Catch the pod live every Friday afternoon on www.musicboxradio.co.uk 3-5 UK time, as a podcast or at www.mixcloud.com/francisco Contact: fdisco@hotmail.com / @frankiedisco54 Tracklist: Seafood Sam - Water Gun Drive By Mykele Deville - Go Away (ft. Jolene Whatevr & Tamarie Tee) The Pharcyde - Runnin' Mesh Marina - Joke Dem A Joke (ft. Shennell & Mario C) Chronixx - Here Comes Trouble Barrington Levy - Here I Come Kirby - Thick The Barkays - Sho Nuff (ft. Jazzy Pha') D'Angelo - Shit Damn Motherf***er D'Angelo - Water Get No Enemy Black Truth Rhythm Band - Umbala (Ben Gomori M'Bala Mix) Yoruba Singers - Black Pepper The Fatback Band - I Found Lovin' (Folamour Remix) Kraak & Smaak - Hold Back Love (Lovebirds Mix) Carole Sylvan -Think The Fatback Band - Spanish Hustle Sola - Pink Elephants A.O.S.O.O.N - High Grade (Wookie Remix) DSK - What Would We Do Mahan - Relapse Precision Cuts - Dancefloor Meat Beat Manifesto - Radio Babylon FAFU, Barrington Levy, Shyne - Badboyz 2025 Mr Vegas - Sound Exterminata (ft. Burro Banton, Carl Meeks, Lukie D, Fuzzy Jones - Ricky Tuff Remix) DRS & Kenny Ken - Everyman
The biggest stage in Altered history has arrived! In this episode, we break down everything you need to know about the Altered World Championship — from the top competitors and deck strategies to standout plays, surprises, and what this means for the future of the game. Whether you're following the action from home or dreaming of competing next year, join us as we dive into the stories, moments, and meta that defined the world's greatest Altered event!Help support the showsArchons Corner (Keyforge)►AC Merchandise►Patreon►Twitter/X►Facebook►BlueSky►Instagram►TikTok►Join Our DiscordAltered Corner (Altered)
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Diese Woche wird's würzig! Sebi und Wookie reden über die geheime Macht von Glutamat, die philosophische Tiefe von Oliver Kahns Augenbrauen und warum Glück manchmal einfach nur eine Frage der Würze ist. Eine Folge voller Geschmacksexplosionen, fragwürdiger Metaphern und echter Lampenliebe.
Wir sind aus dem Urlaub zurück! Also Sebi. Wookie war da, aber alleine wollte er nicht. Wir sprechen über Sebis Frankreichtripp, das Trauerspiel um Stefan Raab und Automaten.
Send us a textStories of the Forest People (người rùng) were abound during the Vietnam (or American, depending on your perspective) War. Stories about these tall, powerful and hairy people stretched back to French colonial times. We hope Rolando Bautista found what he was looking for.
It's hard to believe it's already been a full year since Altered launched! In this special anniversary episode, we look back on what's made the first year so awesome — from the growth of the community and unforgettable events, to standout sets, favorite decks, and the evolution of competitive play. Join us as we celebrate how far Altered has come, share our personal highlights, and look ahead at what's next for this amazing game and its players!Help support the showsArchons Corner (Keyforge)►AC Merchandise►Patreon►Twitter/X►Facebook►BlueSky►Instagram►TikTok►Join Our DiscordAltered Corner (Altered)
Hello and welcome back to the Orlando Adventures Podcast!This week were joined once again by Dom Rice from Wookies On Tour! We delve into the world of Star Wars as we design our own Star Wars Theme park! Enjoy!
As nerds the world over prematurely soiled their pants at the premiere of the long-awaited "The Mandalorian & Grogu" trailer, we've decided to revisit a classic Sh*t episode when Steve Greene decided to deliver a treatise on the entire Star Wars lexicon. From THX 1138 to The Mandalorian, Professor Greene touched on all the myriad ups and downs of this 43-year-old franchise. Whether you're a fanboy who sleeps in Darth Vader pajamas or a neophyte who barely knows the difference between an Ewok and a Wookie, you'll love this pop-culture deep-dive from start to finish. May the Force be with you, Sh*theads. Nikki is now an ambassador for Club WPT Gold! Check out: https://clubwptgold.com and use code NIKKI to sign up! Follow the podcast on Insta: @shttheydonttellyou Follow Nikki on Insta: @NikkiLimo Follow Steve on Insta: @SteveGreeneComedy To visit our Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/stikki To watch the podcast on YouTube: http://bit.ly/STDTYPodYouTube Don't forget to subscribe to the podcast for free wherever you're listening, or by using this link: http://bit.ly/ShtTheyDontTellYou If you want to support the show, and get all our episodes ad-free go to: https://stdty.supercast.tech/ If you like the show, telling a friend about it would be amazing! You can text, email, Tweet, or send this link to a friend: http://bit.ly/ShtTheyDontTellYou To submit your questions/feedback, email us at: podcast@nikki.limo To call in with questions/feedback, leave us a voicemail at: (765) 734-0840 To watch more Nikki & Steve on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/nikkilimo To watch more of Nikki talking about Poker: https://www.twitch.tv/trickniks To check out Nikki's Jewelry Line: https://kittensandcoffee.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
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Staffel 9, Folge 23 - Staffelfinale! Schaffen die Jungs es Metatron zu besiegen? Wie geht es mit Gadriel weiter? Und was passiert mit Dean und der Ersten Klinge? Wir besprechen natürlich alles und haben außerdem gute Research dabei. Es geht um The Notebook, Finanzbetrug und die People's Choice Awards. Crowley ist immer noch etwas emotional, Cas macht den Wookie und Thomas spekulatiert wild herum, wie es nach diesem rasanten Staffelfinale nun weitergehen könnte!Unser Discord-Server: https://discord.gg/4Defzq8EThUnsere Spotify-Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7sklx9OZGBGCJeYBLyReBP?si=e76fK0VcTCutDZsgL6Q5ggUnser Instagram Account: https://www.instagram.com/winchestersurprise.podcast
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I chat with the incomparable Jimmy Failla in episode #804 of The ANEZ SEZ podcast...
We've finally reached the end of the third season of Chronological Clone Wars, and it wraps up on a bit of a lighter note compared to the previous two arcs. While the episodes themselves feel pretty par for the course for Clone Wars, the technological advancements in terms of how they design their more organic looking sets are noticeable, and there's a solid lesson for Anakin to learn tucked away in the last few seconds. Let's jump in!BECOME A PATRON: https://www.patreon.com/massivebreakdownpodcastsCHAT SERVER: https://discord.gg/C44PeM5RSf
El viernes 25 de julio se llevó a cabo la gran trivia HYPEBALLERA con audiencia de Patreon y Discord de Paiki Network. Los ganadores se llevaron camisetas de equipos deportivos que Wookie ha traído de sus viajes al extranjero. ¡Felicidades!HYPEBALL! es el podcast lleno de testosterona sobre el ancho mundo del deporte y la cultura pop con los fifas de clóset de Paiki Network.Nuestro mejor paquete de miembros está en Patreon. O únete a nuestro canal en YouTube y desbloquea contenido extra.Únete a Discord. ¡Es gratis!Escúchanos en Spotify o en Apple Podcasts--Información sobre la música de nuestra intro: Good for Nothing Safety by Twin Musicom is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license.
The Wookie is back! We got all the Fellas at the table. Support the show#heattreatedgarage #fellas #myfriendsarebetterthanyourfriends #ickyvicky #tetanus #scout #htgadventures #socialbutterflymedia #crawleroffroad #podcast #nailedit #trailhated #seasontwo #dontfollowcal #meetnewpeople #ontherocksoffroad #988 #suicideawareness ON THE ROCKS OFFROAD PODCAST https://open.spotify.com/show/5AEPwCe1rbd4miFs0wQUtp?si=4e97f6427877448f..TODAY'S GOOD https://open.spotify.com/show/3JU5bcsX5fBi7NtYMFAjPr?si=67156e61dff34e7cTOTAL OFFROAD PODCAST https://open.spotify.com/show/6LL95sLySeLmCXOInxE8Ft?si=f568d41471b3445e
Mais aussi Moodymann, Jay Z, Wookie, All Saints, Johnny Cash and more ! Magic System — 1er GaouBktherula — Dumb ShitCash Cobain, OnlyHeaven — Sick n Tired (with OnlyHeaven)Freur — Doot DootKings of Tomorrow — FinallyJay-Z — I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me)Wookie — Battle feat. LainCraig David — 7 DaysAll Saints — Pure ShoresAutechre — GelkAdd N To (X) — Plug Me InMoodymann — Don't You Wan't My LoveLucy Pearl — Dance TonightEminem — The Real Slim ShadyJohnny Cash — I Won't Back DownB 15 Project — Girls Like UsMJ Cole — SincereSt. Germain — Rose RougeOctave One — Blackwater Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.
It's plan vs. plan as the Top Guns use what they know to convert enemies to allies (or at least don't make new enemies) in a hurry to get the codex from Lord Volas. And a timeless Wookie move is made. Dungeon Master: Nile Séguin Party Members: Kyah Green, Hisham Kelati, Leonard Chan, and Rebecca Reeds Music Featured: "Savoy Theatre" by Artist - Twin Musicom Produced by Andrew Ivimey as part of The From Superheroes Network.
En este episodio, Los Wookies se quitan la máscara—literal y figuradamente. Nos cuentan cómo surgió su identidad única, los momentos más intensos de su carrera y cómo se convirtieron en una de las bandas más representativas de la música electrónica en México. Desde tocar en el Zócalo hasta su fórmula secreta para hacer bailar a miles, este viaje sonoro está lleno de beats, evolución y mucha autenticidad. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Join Hackaday Editors Elliot Williams and Tom Nardi as they take a whirlwind tour of the best and brightest hacks of the last week. This episode starts off with an update about that Soviet Venus lander that's been buzzing the planet, then moves on to best practices for designing 3D printed parts, giving Chrome OS devices a new lease on life, and a unique display technology that brings a Star Wars prop to life. You'll also hear about designing new motherboards for beloved old computers, why you might want to put your calipers on a flatbed scanner, and a NASA science satellite that's putting in double duty as a wartime reporter. Finally, they'll cover the interesting physics of meteor burst communications, and the latest developments in the ongoing libogc license carfuffle. Check out the links if you want to follow along, and as always, tell us what you think about this episode in the comments!
Two realms. One epic conversation. The Wookie sits down with the legendary host of A Heroes Guide to Asgartha to dive deep into storytelling, strategy, and what makes Asgartha tick. But that's not all—we're breaking down everything you need to know about the Altered World Championships! Meta predictions, wild cards, and what's at stake when the best players in the world face off. Don't miss this crossover chaos!Help Support ARCHONS CORNER► DONATIONS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED https://bit.ly/2HGzjxs► GET YOUR MERCH https://bit.ly/3NCScme Follow ARCHONS CORNER on Social Media► BECOME A PATRON https://bit.ly/2HHG8ik► TWITTER https://bit.ly/4hjoq3A ► FACEBOOK https://bit.ly/3UgCP6w ► INSTAGRAM https://bit.ly/48yZrW1 ► TIKTOK https://bit.ly/48jQrE3 ► JOIN US ON DISCORD https://discord.gg/eksCQTmFollow ALTERED CORNER on Social Media► Twitter https://bit.ly/AlteredCx►Twitch https://bit.ly/3NxEQYh► Instagram https://bit.ly/AltCInsta► Discord https://bit.ly/3YuuAq2FIND US ON THESE GREAT PODCASTING PLATFORMS Archons Corner #keyforge Altered Corner #Alteredtcg ►Podbean: https://bit.ly/2VjDu5U► Apple: https://apple.co/2vONM3I► Stitcher: https://bit.ly/2LQTU6v► Spreaker: https://bit.ly/2PYCCT1► TuneIn: https://bit.ly/2VkcRhg► Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2VhHqnJ► Google Play: https://bit.ly/2VxjSA5
Trevor Newlin is a Los Angeles based suit actor most notable for his role as the Xenomorph in Alien Romulus. Trevor first discovered his love for theatre while still in high school growing up in Texas. After graduating he went to college for theatre before eventually attending film school in Los Angeles. His initial goal was to get into voice acting, but while he was still in school his professor recommended that he consider suit acting instead due to his unusually tall (6 foot 7 inches) and slender build. Peaking his curiosity Trevor reached out to the legendary suit actor Doug Jones through a simple DM on Instagram and miraculously Doug responded and agreed to a meeting that turned into a conversation lasting over 3 hours long. Taking Doug's advice Trevor found himself meeting make up artists and participating in Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios. Things snowballed from there and he has since acted in international ad campaigns for Amazon, been featured in trailers for American Horror Story, wore a Wookie suit in Disney's Mandalorian 2, became a monster in Smile 2, and played his most iconic role of the Xenomorph in Alien Romulus. In this episode we discuss a shared love for thePackers, hosting a podcast during the pandemic, meeting the team at Legacy Effects, becoming the Amazon Yeti, working on the set of Star Wars, taking arguably the most iconic creature role ever for Alien Romulus, and much more.
Disneyland Paris: Where Snacks Meet the Force (and Occasionally a Ride Closure) – Do Not Skip This Episode Recap! Join your favorite DLP radio transmission operatives, Beth and Marq, as they dive into the wild, whimsical, and sometimes "temporarily unavailable" world of **Disneyland Paris**! Ride Roulette: Which attractions are open, which are "getting a magical makeover" (aka closed), and what's coming soon? Spoiler: More construction walls than the Emperor's fortress. May the 4th Be With You (And Your Stomach): We dish on Star Wars snacks, from lightsaber snacks (is that a churro or an actual Sith weapon?) to cookies that are hopefully not as dry as the dunes of Tatooine. Do not get too excited, DLP only has a Burger, a Macaron, and two (non-Wookie) cookies. Maybe next year. The Great Wall of Disney (Studios) : Rides come and go, but the walls? The walls are forever. Or at least until the next expansion opens (at least 5 lion years.) Disney Music Festival: Where else can you cry to "Let It Go" while eating a Mickey-shaped beignet? Beth and Marq debate their fave performances ( spoiler- nothing says "magical" like rodent DJs ). Meet & Greet Greatness: Say "bonjour" to virtual queues for characters Pass the kids please: Introducing a children's annual pass—AKA "How to Bankrupt Parents in the Most Magical Way Possible." Love Our Listeners: Real guests, real drama, real fun—"We waited HOW long for Crush's Coaster?!" Plus, dining reviews that answer the eternal question: "Are these French fries legal to sell to Belgians?" Final Thoughts: Despite the walls, the waits, and the ever-changing landscape, Beth and Marq remind listeners that Disneyland Paris still delivers the magic — there are giddy gasps between the gaping gaps. Listen now before your next virtual queue slot expires! Please walk to your next destination, and follow Dedicated to DLP on Instagram and Facebook. Or send your own questions, remarks and trip reports to dlp@dedicatedtodlp.com With special thanks to the BDX droids for their comments.
Maklaw and his new companion Mike make their way through the dangerous shadowlands of Kasheek, facing off against the foulest of beasts with their only hope being a legend from Maklaw's childhood.
Back on our Select mix series for his annual takeover is the legendary Wookie warrior, Chewie. Known for digging up fresh, groove-heavy tracks, whether it's sweat-soaked disco-house or heady minimal rhythms, Chewie is delivering an hour-long journey into the cosmos of house. This is a warped, high-energy set that would make Kessel Run look like a stroll in the park. Buckle up!
On today's episode we are LIVE from WonderCon with creature actor, Trevor Newlin! Trevor is best known for his work as the Xenomorph in "Alien: Romulus", The Monstrosity in "Smile 2", a Wookie in The Mandalorian, and most recently the Chip (in demon form) in the 2025 Slamdance hit, "Portal to Hell"! I've become more and more familiar with Trevor's work and was thrilled to have him on the live WonderCon show. I talked with Trevor about growing up in Texas and his early ambitions of being a paleontologist, what dinosaur he would want to play in Jurassic Park, his fascination with being a voice actor, how he got into creature acting, our mutual love for Doug Jones, getting cast as the Xenomorph, the crazy costume for The Monstrosity, playing demon Richard Kind in Portal to Hell, your Q&A, and more! A huge Thank You to Trevor Newlin for taking the time to make the drive to Anaheim to join me at WonderCon! Also, a huge thank you to everybody who came out to the show and asked questions. All of you had such great questions and it really made it a lot of fun! Make sure to follow Trevor on all of the links at www.onthemicpodcast.com so you can find out what creature he is playing next! Thank you for having us, WonderCon! Thank you, Trevor! Enjoy the episode!
Quality music from Marc Mac's Visioneers project. Hip Hop from A Tribe Called Quest (and the Roy Ayers Ramp classic that it samples), Jourden and Oddisee. Deep Harp and electronic fusion from Alina Bzhezhinska & Tulshi on Tru Thoughts. Broken Beat from Kaidi Tatham, Alexander Flood and Bruk Rogers. Downtempo Soul & Beats from Norah Jane x Mor.lov. A classic from Wookie. Drum & Bass / Jungle from Workforce, Samurai Breaks & Coco Bryce. Plus plenty more music treats.
Scotty is chatting it up in the cantina with Chewie! In this two part episode, House of El Co Leaders and War General we sit down to troubleshoot armies and talk switching them up! We also get into the difference in attack approaches in Legends, War, and Hard Mode - and the difference in expectations and results. Also, Chewie's shares insights and thoughts on Scotty's attacks that serve as a great guide to what to think about in any army! Plus, as always, everything Clashy!
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THIS WEEK ON THE NERDY VENOMS -- Another round of Topic Shotgun! Plus reviews of that new Captain America movie and other news. I don't have much to say. I'm kinda tired ok?
Sydnie is joined by a roundtable of ABR participants from season 12 to chat about favorite moments from this past season, what it takes to be a captain, and what it's like to celebrate in person!In order of appearance: Drazkor, DaveC, Marcus, DrSheep, Lqdsquash, Wookie, MrPerfect1If you wish to donate to HFFS here is our Patreon link: https://www.patreon.com/hffspodcast • Please subscribe if you enjoyed this episode, leave a review on Apple with your thoughts, and share it on your social channels. We appreciate any and all support. // If you wish to connect with, join our Discord, link below, or email us: hffspodcast@gmail.com. Connect with Sydnie on Discord: SCSteele // Blake on Discord: blvdblakeJoin our Discord to talk about episodes and help shape future ones! https://discord.gg/w6vbkWF6Xh
Molly & Jeff & Super Producer Matt Cole embarrass the fuck out of each other and cause mass chaos in the streets and in the sheets! Help support us and become one of Mommy's Little Worms: patreon.com/HowEmbarrassing Official site: HowEmbarrassingPodcast.com iTunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/how-embarrassing-podcast-with-molly-jeff/id1476548191 Facebook: fb.me/HowEmbarrassingPodcast Instagram: @HowEmbarrassingPodcast Twitter: @EmbarrassingPod E-mail us: HowEmbarrassingPodcast@gmail.com Graphics by Jeff Beaulieu ( @jtb757 ) Music by Jeff Beaulieu ( @jtb757 ) Produced by Matt Cole of Go On Productions ( facebook.com/GoOnPodcasts ) Special thanks to Commonwealth Comedy Network, Push Comedy Theater, Norfolk, VA & Brian Garraty PushComedyTheater.com
Some catch up on what's been burnin'. The Wookie posses some questions on who or what are the greatest of .......... Support the show#heattreatedgarage #fellas #myfriendsarebetterthanyourfriends #ickyvicky #tetanus #scout #htgadventures #socialbutterflymedia #crawleroffroad #podcast #nailedit #trailhated #seasontwo #dontfollowcal #meetnewpeople #ontherocksoffroad #988 #suicideawareness ON THE ROCKS OFFROAD PODCAST https://open.spotify.com/show/5AEPwCe1rbd4miFs0wQUtp?si=4e97f6427877448f..TODAY'S GOOD https://open.spotify.com/show/3JU5bcsX5fBi7NtYMFAjPr?si=67156e61dff34e7cTOTAL OFFROAD PODCAST https://open.spotify.com/show/6LL95sLySeLmCXOInxE8Ft?si=f568d41471b3445e
While the Capt., Big G, & Wookie were out on a mission the Wives took over the studio for a Tell All episode. Support the show#heattreatedgarage #fellas #myfriendsarebetterthanyourfriends #ickyvicky #tetanus #scout #htgadventures #socialbutterflymedia #crawleroffroad #podcast #nailedit #trailhated #seasontwo #dontfollowcal #meetnewpeople #ontherocksoffroad #988 #suicideawareness ON THE ROCKS OFFROAD PODCAST https://open.spotify.com/show/5AEPwCe1rbd4miFs0wQUtp?si=4e97f6427877448f..TODAY'S GOOD https://open.spotify.com/show/3JU5bcsX5fBi7NtYMFAjPr?si=67156e61dff34e7cTOTAL OFFROAD PODCAST https://open.spotify.com/show/6LL95sLySeLmCXOInxE8Ft?si=f568d41471b3445e
Ed explains the Star Wars Christmas Special and Brian discusses Suni and Butch.#SportsPodcast #SportsTalk #SportsNews #AthleteInterviews #SportsFans #SportsCommunity #SportsDebate #SportsChat#FanOpinions #SportsTrivia #SportsMemes #SportsHighlights #BehindTheScenes #PodcastLife #Podcasting #PodcastersOfInstagram #PodcastCommunity #PodcastRecommendation #PodcasterLifeOur Sponsors:* Check out Cigars International and use my code BALLER15 for a great deal: www.cigarsinternational.comSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-baller-lifestyle-podcast/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy
Support the show#heattreatedgarage #fellas #myfriendsarebetterthanyourfriends #ickyvicky #tetanus #scout #htgadventures #socialbutterflymedia #crawleroffroad #podcast #nailedit #trailhated #seasontwo #dontfollowcal #meetnewpeople #ontherocksoffroad #988 #suicideawareness ON THE ROCKS OFFROAD PODCAST https://open.spotify.com/show/5AEPwCe1rbd4miFs0wQUtp?si=4e97f6427877448f..TODAY'S GOOD https://open.spotify.com/show/3JU5bcsX5fBi7NtYMFAjPr?si=67156e61dff34e7cTOTAL OFFROAD PODCAST https://open.spotify.com/show/6LL95sLySeLmCXOInxE8Ft?si=f568d41471b3445e
It's the DISASTERPIECE STAR WARS HOLIDAY SPECIAL HOLIDAY SPECIAL!!Starring our special guest, writer/director Paul Ramsdell! With the contractually-obligated Mark Hammil, Harrison Ford, and Carrie Fisher! Featuring a pubescent Wookie, a 100lb rat, too many songs, and a whole bunch of old people!Join us for the least Star Warsy Star Wars property ever made. That, almost unbelievably, was 50% of the entire live-action Star Wars canon for almost 2 years. This old-school variety show is more interested in farce than the force, and almost torpedoed the whole franchise just as it was getting started. Not even a Stormtrooper could miss the mark this badly.Watch the STAR WARD HOLIDAY SPECIAL HERE Follow us on Instagram to keep updated about our monthly live shows!Check out more from Justin here: justindodd.rocks Check out more from Steve here: stevejhward.comdrinkgenies.com
What's up, dudes? It's the long awaited episode. We've teased it for years. That's right! Scott Newman from Jingle Jank and Tinsel Tunes and Jeremy Phelps the Alamo City Santa join me to talk about “The Star Wars Holiday Special!” And yes, it's as bad as everyone says it is! Airing November 17, 1978, the special introduced us to Chewbacca's family. It also gave us an entire Wookie dialogue with no subtitles! Han and Chewie are racing home so the latter can spend Life Day with his family. The holiday is a sacred day for all Wookiee, where they put on red robes and disappear into a star. Carrie Fisher sings too. Unfortunately, the Imperial blockade is preventing the duo from arriving on time. Consequently, to kill time, Chewie's family engages in a few variety show-style escapades. They watch a holographic circus, and reminisce about the time Chewie met Boba Fett. They even tune in to a mandatory viewing from Tatooine. Did I mention Bea Arthur's in this? Well, she is. So is Harvey Korman!Art Carney? Yep, as a trader sympathetic to the Rebellion. Dihann Carroll? Yep, as a quasi-inappropriate VR singer. Jefferson Starship?!?! Are they only in this because the word ‘starship' is in their name? So grab your blaster, put on your Life Day robe, and sing along to this episode on “The Star Wars Holiday Special!”Tinsel TunesFB: @tinseltunesIG: @tinseltunespodcastTwitter: @TinselTunesPodJingle JankFB: @jinglejankpodcastIG: @jinglejankpodTwitter: @jinglejankpodAlamo City SantaIG: @alamocitysanta Give us a buzz! Send a text, dudes!Check us out on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Totally Rad Christmas Mall & Arcade, Teepublic.com, or TotallyRadChristmas.com! Later, dudes!