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This episode is the audio for a YouTube TeamStream that initially ran on February 18, 2025.  TeamStreams run live every Tuesday at 9 pm on the WOJM YouTube channel, barring unforeseen circumstances or holidays.  Please take a moment and help us out — even if you don't watch us there, subscribe to our YouTube channel today! This week, Mike and Rob are back (on Rob's birthday!) after an extra-long hiatus with Phil Donnelly from Articulated Points to get everyone caught up on the news of the past two months!  The gang gives their thoughts on the upcoming Hiya Toys Torpedo and Zarana, threezero Baroness, and all those Classified digital renders from the beginning of the month!  Plus, we cover some slight format changes to the show and chat a little more than usual with the live crowd -- hey, we missed you too!  You can watch this episode at: https://youtube.com/live/XbfEKMjLIWg?feature=share

Cáel' as the new Amazon Teen IdolBy FinalStand. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels."I've missed you too," Aya bumped foreheads with me. I was 'a Son of the White Stallion' who 'ran with the herds of Epona'. I was so proud of her. She had woven together a Magyar myth with an Amazon naming convention. Epona, the Celtic Horse Goddess and Aya's matron divinity, was worshiped with the sacrifice of foals, Amazons offered up fillies (female baby horsies) whose spirits ran with the Goddess in the Spirit World.When the pre-Christian Magyars went to war, they sacrificed a white stallion to entreat their deities to grant them victory. No one was about to slit my throat, or cut my heart out. I was made sacred, a spirit stud in Epona's vast herd of mares. How freakishly accurate."I love you for your brains, you know that, don't you?" I whispered to Aya."Yes. You are saving up your other love for Mommy," she kinda/sorta teased me. Out of the semi-circle of children, three stood out. More accurately, they were dwarfed by their companions. I took the group's indecision as an offer to advance."Hi," I addressed the smallest three members of the audience. "Are you the Fatal Squirts?""They are not allowed that name," Sophia interceded. "No Amazon child deserves an acknowledgement before their trial." I half-turned and nodded her way."(Cough, cough). "Excuse me, please." If she spoke Phoenician, I was boned for being obviously disrespectful of her authority and would have to take whatever punishment Sophia felt I deserved.Otherwise, I was getting away with binding 'leads to death' to 'blood-death wound' in that ancient and highly extinct tongue: 'fatal, squirts' indeed. Her hand fell on my shoulder."I have heard you laugh at death," Sophia remarked. If I was on Zoosk, all you would have to do was type in 'Preference: Amazon Male Who Dares Talk Back', and there was my smiling mug, all alone, staring back at you."Before I confess to anything, do you consider that an asset, or liability," I grinned."I withhold judgment," was her reply."I don't mean to 'laugh at death'. It is because all the other choices suck and, perhaps I've been called stubborn, bull-headed and 'not having even a passing acquaintance with common sense' a time, or two," I shrugged with my lovely burden curled around my left arm."No names, our tradition and my command," Sophia laid down the law. Sigh. I put Aya down. She didn't cause me a hint of trouble because she knew my heart. I unbuckled and handed her my two guns (my Glock-22, and 38). I motioned one of the mini-Amazons forward. She shuffled up to Aya's side and received my two tomahawks.Not only was no one leaving, the rest of the camp started coming down to see what was about to transpire. In my short stint at Havenstone, I had developed a reputation as an exciting fun-guy/irrepressible troublemaker."I feel your decision is founded on misinformation, or your rendering to be unjust," I told Sophia."Explain," Sophia requested.I hadn't disarmed for my sake, or hers. I gave up my weapons to affirm my desire to talk. I placed myself at my sister's mercy, thus expressing my trust in her. Amazons are not savages, just violently inclined.Later, Pamela would remind me that my behavior was precisely what Isharans were supposed to do, seek peace."Aya has taken a position as intern with Executive Services at Havenstone," I explained. "She held my position and served effectively for four days with good work reviews from the head of the department herself," I added."She has served in a caste, been assigned duties by members of that caste, performed errands and accomplished all that was asked of her. Doesn't that create an allowance for Aya, as she has been considered for a caste?" I was fishing for an excuse based on my instincts for these people."She has never been selected, chosen and been anointed to a caste, so her preliminary experience does not qualify," Sophia said after a few seconds of introspection. "Next?""She has charged forth into battle on my behest." The archery range."You were not an acknowledged member of the Host when that happened. Next?""She's tried to kill me," I tossed out there."What?" many exclaimed."No!" Aya gasped."When did this occur?" Sophia's eyes twinkled."At the archery range. She shot at me twice," I responded."She was practicing," was the counter. "Next?""Not next," I smiled. "I didn't have permission from anyone to step beyond the shooting line.In doing so, I accepted all calls to combat. Both Leona and Aya shot at me. Aya shot twice and came close once. Leona only hit me after I gave myself up to protect three Amazon children."Pause."Okay. Aya has served in combat, no matter how one-sided, " Sophia began."I was armed for part of the fight," I interrupted hurriedly. Aya's first arrow."Accepted. You were a viable combatant before that as witnessed by other Amazons in earlier encounters. She and another Amazon shot at you without any other claiming traditional ownership of you," Sophia nodded. The Leader had given me a 'bye' on my intern status."Aya may bear an honorific," Sophia loudly proclaimed her change in course. To Amazons, screwing up was a distant third to not owning up to what you did and not learning from your mistakes. Besides, I could tell Sophia was warming up to me, as a male and an Amazon."My war band?" Aya chirped."You do not have a war band, Aya Epona, but whatever name you use among yourselves is not a matter I will concern myself with," Sophia stated firmly. "Fifty days, Cáel." That was the end of it. Sophia turned and began walking uphill, conflict successfully resolved.The Fatal Squirts had emerged with a semi-official status, I had emerged without a new series of wounds and I had wrangled forth a small down payment for all the love and loyalty Aya had showered on me."Best Daddy in the World!" Aya shouted. "Mamitu! Mamitu!" Destiny.Amazons weren't huge believers in luck. They put their faith in training, planning, experience and diligence. For them, victory was a matter of destiny. Let the sloppy, treacherous Greeks invoke 'Nike', Victory, or 'Tyche', Luck for tossing them a positive outcome in battle. My side weren't thankful for the win they deserved.They acknowledged Mamitu had, through foresight, prepared the Host for what had to be done. For Aya, it was destiny that had put me in her path; she and her sisters trained for the hostage scenario multiple times, so she was a logical choice for my training. She had been training with the bow when I was giving her the inner strength and confidence to hit the target.Training, not mutual good fortune, put her at the range to make that shot. Whatever part luck played, that bolt that had saved my life and paved the way for Aya's rise to leadership had been a part of her training as well. Amazons didn't deny luck, nor did the put any trust in it."Hi, so who are the rest of you?" I addressed the Fatal Squirts while rearming."I am Mosa Oya," the tomahawk holder identified herself."I am, " the third member got out before we were propelled back into that 'never too distant' No-Man's Land. A girl, a stranger in her early teens, came up and shoved Aya hard."You are nothing special," the older girl growled at my buddy. My 'daughter' barely avoided sprawling in the dust.The intensity was palatable. Aya had no chance of beating this girl. Not only did her opponent have every physical advantage, she had three buddies as well, correction: two buddies and a twin sister. Amazons built lifetime bonds around these foursomes. Aya and company backed down, despite her obvious shame. She had just won an honorific as a child, unheard of before this. It was Amazon tactical thinking, not fear, that ruled Aya's mind. I was so proud of her."What's your name?" I inquired congenially of the newcomer. She flashed me a look of anger laced with teenage hormones, then turned and stormed away, actually, she only started to storm away. Her behavior had played right into my hands. I was an adult. She wasn't a full-fledged member of the Host, nor was she a child anymore. I had asked her a question and she had been disrespectful to me. Her bad. Still, I doubted anyone expected my leg sweep.The bully hit the ground hard, no rolling with the blow for her. My foot smashing down on her diaphragm drove the fight right out of her. I wasn't done. The twin rushed in, my thunderbolt left sent her flying back from whence she came. Amazons despise child abuse as cruel and socially cancerous, yet no one else was rushing in to stop me.Even her other two friends were obeying both basic Amazon battle philosophy and conduct. Two young teens versus me was stupid, and I wasn't alone. I had four Squirts plus two other women close by who saw nothing wrong with a cooperative pummeling. I lifted my foot a centimeter from the girl's chest."Let's try this again," I spoke softly. "I am Cáel Ishara. You have disparaged my house by putting your back to me after I, an adult, politely addressed you. In fifteen seconds your sin will pass beyond your ability to address and your actions will be viewed as your family's unwarranted insult. My sisters will seek vengeance against your sisters with the added advantage that your sisters won't know what's going on. Now, what's your name?"See, I could have gone straight to Step Two, the House on House vengeance. Me kicking her ass was merciful because after five, or six members of her house were jumped, one at a time by three, or four, of mine, those ladies were going to be truly curious why their youngster had been so fucking rude in front of so many fucking Amazons to the HEAD of a fucking First House.'Honorific' Aya still had no status except that of a child. Dumb Bunny was passed her 12th year test, so she was of her House, thus the insult. Despite my 'fantasy' assumption of the role of grunt, everyone knew that Cáel Cabbage-head was Cáel Ishara, Head of House Ishara. I was the only accepted male Amazon in existence, the only possessor of a 'five o'clock shadow' in camp, I was armed and I was so armed while walking among their children.She could not have possibly mistaken me for another. Her eyes showed that truism too. Her wrathful 'how dare that male!' morphed into 'oh fuck, my older sisters are going to be tossed down stairwells, jacked up in parking garages and they were going to be caught totally flat-footed when it happens, and it is all my (the girl's) fault'.In theory, Saint Marie could deny my feud (we were at war), or warn the girl's house of my request, but why would she? The crime couldn't have been more obvious and the Amazons were way past making harmful shit up about me."Zarana, Zarana of House Inara," she gasped.I switched foot placement, pivoted, reached down to arm-clasp my left with her left and ended with me pulling her effortlessly to a standing position."A pleasure to meet you Zarana Inara. I am Cáel Ishara, but you may call me Cáel if you wish," I gave her my award winning smile. "No one will ever doubt your courage in my presence," I added.'Lead with the left jab, then catch them with the right hook'. As true in interpersonal relationships as in boxing. I had beaten her handily seconds ago and now I was applauding her bravery. Again, I wasn't a Head of House calling attention to her virtue, but I was."Your sister shares your warrior's heart.""I, I, I don't know what came over me, " she started to give me a respectful head-nod. I hooked a finger under her chin to stop her."Are you going to reconsider your approach for dealing with a male Amazon, Zarana of Inara?" I bridged the awkward moment. Bing! I had turned a humiliation into a learning moment."Yes," she smiled at me. "Yes Cáel Ish, Cáel.""I swear by the All-Mighty, if I find this one crawling into your sleeping bag, I'm going to be very disappointed in you," Delilah ambushed me. Wa-ha?"Oh, come on!" I protested. "She's thirteen.""Fourteen," the other twin, bleeding lip and all, puffed herself up."Not helping, " I looked at the twin."Vaski," she supplied. What?"Vaski? Really? That was Grandmother's name, it is Magyar-Finnish," I wondered."We are almost related," she conjured the improbable out of the impossible."No you are not, young lady," Delilah serpentined her way to the front of the crowd. "You are not family now and you can't attempt to be for four more years.""Who would you be?" Zarana challenged Delilah. Man, those two kids were spunky."An honored guest," Priya provided. "I hope another lesson in manners will not be necessary.""I'll do my best," I volunteered. Priya had been addressing the twins; not me. Taking the hit was a bit of comedy to diffuse the moment."Some of you need to eat," a camp counselor stated. Another crisis down and the sky wasn't even dark yet."Cáel!" and here we went again. Thank you, Ishara, it was Europa, the strange one, meaning the one I understood the most.(Night and Day)This place kept getting more and more wonderful. There was one safe road that rolled out of the camp's front gate (there was no wall, the gate was ceremonial) and disappeared off toward the closest state road. Scheduled trips were made to the closest blip on the census data where they bought stuff (irrelevant) and were 'seen' by the locals (the important thing).If anyone investigated, there was a legitimate summer camp 'out there'. The counselors weren't friendly, but they worked with 'troubled' kids, so keeping the small talk to a minimum was excusable. Sure, they only saw women, usually the same ones each trip during a given summer. The camp held nearly a thousand people, so the all-female thing was dismissed as a quirk.That was the second layer of deception. We had already learned that the first layer was the idea of a camp for girls in the foster care system. The third layer was all the visible 'props'. This went beyond the typical craft centers, juvenile obstacle courses, and a dozen other distractions. (The only 'real' one was the stables. Amazons loved riding horses and being assigned to tend to their care was a high honor.)Thirty meters inside the gate was a bridged gulch. After dark, the bridge supports were removed turning a clear shot into the center of camp into a waiting death trap. If there was any doubt, the gulch, so comforting and protective, was a blast zone as well, designation: The Barbecue Pit. I couldn't find it, but I was sure there was an altar somewhere to the matron goddess for this summer camp, the Goddess Paranoia.The sleeping quarters for everyone? More props. Campers would go in, mill around for ten minutes, then curl up on their bed, the ones that warmed up to 98 degrees in the shape of human bodies. Then the campers went down the shafts beneath their bunks and dutifully shuffled along the one meter high underground tunnels to their mesa-based domiciles. Again, once in the cliff-side barracks, they had two chimneys, a tunnel back to the dorm building and a cleverly designed, nearly invisible front exit to choose from.Pamela took it in stride, Delilah was a bit peeved by the 'excessive' security. Virginia, we'd already dragged her through her dorm tunnel to her cave to sleep it off. For me, the tunnel's dimensions made it a tight fit. Amazons can be pretty strong, but they don't have shoulders as wide as mine, nor are they normally over a meter/eight (six feet for us Yankees).I would have complained, except I had a sneaking suspicion that Pamela had a trowel to give me so I could 'widen up' a twenty to forty meter stretch of tunnel the moment I opened my mouth. As the last portion of the instructional tour, we were directed to get our grub before it was gone because the sadistic chefs loved to watch the eight year old workhouse orphans fight over who got to lick the pot instead of starving.Not really. The victuals were actually very good. I had hopes of more bonding time with my Epona ladies, yet no sooner had I cleaned my tin plate and dinnerware, I found someone else who craved my attention, Sophia. She was hot for my touch and by that I meant she wanted to punch and kick me around for a bit, all in the name of fun."Since you are my guest, I will let you choose our weapons," Sophia decided."I choose hyperbole," I gracefully flowed from sitting with one leg down and the other bent to standing."Specify.""Caber tossing with real Sequoia. I'll wait for the ladies of Girl Scout Troop 666 to go get some, they have to be authentic; no substitutes accepted," I explained."That's not hyperbole," Sophia snorted. "Hyperbole would be, 'I want to use the biggest spears ever used by Amazons, or Goddesses'.""My hyperbole wasn't the caber tossing, it was us 'waiting' for a set of circumstances we both knew wouldn't happen," I countered. Sophia nodded.

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Piše Andrej Lutman. bereta Ivan Lotrič in Maja Moll. Po že ustaljeni navadi besedila, prispela na razpis Sončnica, izbere selektorska ekipa. Njen član Zoran Pevec je svojo izbiro v spremni besedi k zbirki Andreje Vidmar Iz nedotika poimenoval Celjenje spomina, popis rodovnika. Izbor je utemeljil z besedami, da zbirka 'ponuja dominantno sporočilo samoodkrivanja in obračanja navznoter, kjer se osvobaja odvisnosti od drugega in kreira samozavestni pesniški jaz'. Lirska subjektinja Andreja Vidmar svoje pesmi ponuja v knjižni prvenki, objavljala pa je že v glasilih Mentor in Kralji ulice, na spletu in tudi v radijskem Literarnem nokturnu. Začetki njenega pesniškega ustvarjanja so stari vsaj pet let, plemenitila pa se je tudi z udeležbami na kreativnih delavnicah, ki jih prireja Javni sklad za kulturne dejavnosti. Poleg slovenščine je njena strast angleščina, ki jo poučuje na Škofijski gimnaziji Antona Martina Slomška v Mariboru. Predvsem je ognjevita bralka in organizatorka inovativnih pedagoških pristopov, zavzema se za izobraževanje mladih v begunskih centrih doma in po svetu. Za izhodišče njenega pristopa k poeziji lahko služijo zadnji verzi pesmi z naslovom Bližina: »Zarana dlan še kar tiščim / v tisto smer. / Mogoče, / mogoče bo zdaj lažje / vstati iz postelje / in se odpeljati // v praznino.« Zbirka je tridelna. Prvi del je nostalgičen, saj je v njem izpostavljen spomin na preteklost, meječo kar na prekletost. Pesem Netopirka se namreč začne takole: »Dolgo sem živela z njo, / svojo nadomestno mamo. / Ko sva se našli, sva druga drugi / s kože postrgali nezaupanje. // Zasušeno popkovino je privezala / na svoje koničaste zobe. / Z nogami sem se oklenila / njenega života.« Pesmi prvega dela so vsekakor mračne, nakazujejo otroštvo in mladost brez cvetic; če pa že so, so spletene v venčke, tiste pogrebne, in ne tiste, s katerimi dekleta lovijo ljubljence in morda poznejše ljubimce. Pesmi drugega dela so delno odmaknjene od mrakobnosti prvega, saj se v lirski subjektinji prebudi ljubezen, ljubezen do ustvarjanja in izpovedovanja. Pesem Zaljubljena se konča z verzi: „Ponoči ne spim. Počasi / slačim pesmi / pod / modrimi / platnicami.“ V tem delu so tudi pesmi, ki napeljujejo na telesnost. Na primer pesem z naslovom Razpok: „Napeta popka se pričakujeva / vsak v svoji pozabljeni gredi.“ Tretji del zbirke Iz nedotika se vrača k prvemu delu in še okrepi njegovo žalobnost, zanikanje in odsotnost. Prav vrtajoče se konča pesem Načrt, kjer en sam stavek določi vse: »Izza reber zajoče pogrešanje.« Osrednja tema tega dela je smrt v kar premnogih oblikah, in pesmi popolnoma definirajo naslov zbirke: Iz nedotika. Ne le da pesnica zaznava stanja, kjer ni stikov, kjer ni povezav in ljubezni, ki naj bi združevala; vživlja se v stanja, kjer je gibalo odbojnost. A da ne bo pomote: ni sovraštvo tisto, ki naj bi bilo nasprotje ljubezni. Ne. Je zgolj zanikanje nečesa, zaradi česar so ljudje člani in članice, členi in deli celote – človeštva. S takimi občutji pesnica izpostavlja čas apatije, čas brez simpatije in brez empatije. Pesem Želja je več kot povedna: „Mesnate muhe / na pol zmrcvarjene / pustim razstavljene.“ Ob zbirki Iz nedotika se pojavi starodavno spraševanje o pesnjenju, ki naj bo sočasno ustvarjanje in tudi zdravljenje. Je izpovedovanje skozi pesem le prenašanje razočaranja na druge, na bralstvo? Je pesnjenje zgolj krinka za terapevtskost, češ: če lepo povem, da mi je hudo, mi bo potem lažje? Kakorkoli: pesmi, s katerimi Andreja Vidmar izpopolnjuje slovensko pesniško ustvarjalnost, vsekakor obetajo, saj njihov izraz odseva izredno stanje razčlovečenja, in to tako dovršeno, da je njihov obet tudi obet mnogih, ki se le z detekcijo krize lahko dotaknejo sveta onkraj životarjenja.

This is the 38th Missal for the Chaplain's Assistants Motor Pod. This is a quick sequel to last missal's extended length! I discuss the getting the latest G.I. Joe Classified wave (mostly Zarana) before exploring the Coastal Defender, from 1987. Unboxing the Dollar Tree Final Faction ATV Video: https://youtu.be/VQXDbuZoxf8 Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Youtube: @ChaplainJoePod email: ChaplainJoePod@gmail.com Proud member of the The Pint: A Pop Culture Podcast family: https://pintocomics.libsyn.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thepint

The milestone #100 issue is here! #Cobra Commander is back in control, look out Millville! Zarana makes her play with Clutch and Rock in the Pit! Yet still... No justice for Tyrone. Celebrate 100 issues of #GIJOE with the Movies and a Meal podcast! Tell them Joe sent you!

Sure, the Baroness and Zarana are releasing mind controlled Joes back into the wild, but you're all here for one reason. Snake Eyes' FACE! Revealed for the very first time as he begins reconstructive surgery! Do not miss an episode of the Movies and a Meal Podcast, a great way to mend from crippling facial reconstruction!

Welcome back to an all new episode of Totally Radical Cartoon Podcast. This week, Randy continues looking at the GIJoe mini series, Arise, Serpentor, Arise!   The Joes set off to protect the tombs. Zarana tricks the Joes into leaving the tomb of the Egyptian General undefended, allowing her to steal the DNA. In Paris, Cobra troops arrive by submarine and the Crimson Twins get into Napoleon's tomb. The Joes are unable to stop Cobra from getting Montezuma's DNA, and the Baroness succeeds in stealing the DNA of Vlad Tepes in Transylvania.

Road Pig has arrived! Fan favorite Dreadnok Road Pig rolls into Jersey with one thing on his mind... Zarana! Plus, a sovereign nation (Cobra) launches an attack on U.S. soil (Utah). Good times!   Listen to the Movies and a Meal Podcast for all the movie talk you'll ever need!

What a great finale to the Sierra Gordo arc! Wild Bill and the Joes teamed up with Zarana and the Dreadnoks, trying to smuggle their way out! Action and broken noses galore! Make sure you listen to our fine sponsor, the Movies and a Meal Podcast for all your movie and or meal needs!

Welcome back to an all new Totally Radical Cartoon Podcast. This week, Randy and Phil look at an episode of GI Joe. A space probe containing anti-matter crashes into the ocean and both Joes and Cobra try to retrieve it. Zarana is sent in to sabotage robot submarines under the guise of a Government computer specialist named Carol Weider, who falls in love with Mainframe, the Joe's computer specialist. 

Hey kids. This time around on The SAH we start off with some GI Joe stuff and then move on to Gino Vega and his lunch stuff. He ate something really old this week.. I was a bit concerned to be honest. More from Gino can be found here  PuroStuff.Com   Then we move onto a bunch of other really great stuff. Dude, this is a pretty good one this week. Make sure to give it a listen and make sure to tell a friend!    Wanna help us out with server fees and such? I'd love that! Hop over to SupportTheReport.com to find out how! 

Listen along as The Story Seeds Podcast host Betsy Bird chats with Carlos Hernandez, author of Rick Riordan Presents' Sal and Gabi series and winner of 2020 Pura Belpré Author Award. They go behind the scenes of  Episode 6: The Paintbrush of Doom  and talk about what it was like working with twins Siri and Zarana and growing their story seed (a girl who receives a magic paintbrush from her kooky aunt that turns whatever you paint, real! Things are going great as she creates dozens of hybrid creatures until ... upset by her friends' disbelief of the power of her paintbrush, she unleashes her anger on her canvas and paints a monster who comes alive!) On this bonus episode, Carlos also talks to Betsy about how his work as a board game and video game designer helped him write the SAL AND GABI books as well as the importance of being your truest, most kooky self. Books mentioned in this episode: Sal and Gabi Break the Universe and Sal and Gabi Fix the Universe by Carlos Hernandez Clockwork Phoenix Five by Mike Allen. Games mentioned in this episode: Dear Reader, Dungeons and DragonsCalls to ActionKids: Call The Story Seeds Hotline at 646-389-5153, email us at storyseeds@literarysafari.com, or visit our website to submit your story ideas. You can also join The Story Seeds Society, our kids listeners club.Grownups: Visit www.storyseedspodcast.com for subscription links, to sign up for our newsletter, and to download our printable activity e-zines for your kids (or the  kid in you!) that offer opportunities to read, write, and get creative alongside listening to each episode . You can also follow us on Instagram @storyseedspod, on Twitter @litsafarimedia, and on Facebook @literarysafari. Get our Imagination Lab: Experiments in Creativity activity book! It pairs perfectly with the podcast and features tons of episode-inspired prompts and projects! Order your copy here!Hey Listeners! Looking for ways to support our show? Well, now you can! Visit our recently launched glow.fm page where you can support The Story Seeds Podcast on a recurring or one-time basis. Your donation - large or small - will help us create more episodes of the show and give us the ability to provide opportunities for more kids from around the world to participate in Story Seeds. This episode is also available on YouTube. Subscribe here. Show creditsMatt Boynton and Ania Grzesik of Ultraviolet Audio for the sound mixing, design, and score of our bonus episode. Theme music is composed and performed by Andrew VanWyngarden. And, our host is Betsy Bird. The Story Seeds Podcast is a creation and production of Literary Safari www.literarysafari.com

This week’s Story Seeds collaboration matches Carlos Hernandez (winner of the 2020 Pura Belpré Author Award and author of the Sal and Gabi series from Rick Riordan Presents)  with 10 year old twins Siri and Zarana.Carlos collaborates with Siri and Zarana to grow their story idea:A girl who really loves to paint get a magic paintbrush from her kooky aunt on her 10th birthday. She uses it to paint the animals she loves, but it turns out that her imagination is opening up doorways to a locked, magical world that’s letting the animals from her paintings out into the real world.Join an imagination-filled Story Seeds adventure with host Betsy Bird as Carlos and the twins take a field trip to the Children's Museum of the Arts NYC to: Create clay landscapes in CMA's art studios  while talking about silhouette painting and creativityDiscuss their inspiration for the story idea: the power of imagination and screentimeGrow a story about a main character who discovers what happens when she unleashes her anger and lets it take control of her creativityThe episode concludes with this week’s storytime (17:00) where Carlos reads the story he grew from Siri and Zarana’s story seed: Citaria’s Paintbrush.Books and media mentioned in this episode: Sal and Gabi Break the Universe and Sal and Gabi Fix the Universe by Carlos Hernandez, A Wrinkle in Time by Margaret L'Engle, The Chronicles of Narnia by CS Lewis, and His Dark Materials by Phillip Pullman.Calls to ActionBonus Episode: Check back next week to hear Betsy's interview with Carlos. You’ll get to hear more about his life as an author and a game designer.Kids: Call The Story Seeds Hotline at 646-389-5153, email us at storyseeds@literarysafari.com, or visit our website to submit your story ideas. You can also join The Story Seeds Society, our kids listeners club.Grownups: Visit www.storyseedspodcast.com for subscription links, to sign up for our newsletter, and to download our printable activity e-zines for your kids (or the  kid in you!) that offer opportunities to read, write, and get creative alongside listening to each episode . You can also follow us on Instagram @storyseedspod, on Twitter @litsafarimedia, and on Facebook @literarysafari. Get our Imagination Lab: Experiments in Creativity activity book! It pairs perfectly with the podcast and features tons of episode-inspired prompts and projects! Order your copy here!This episode is also available on YouTube. Subscribe here. Show creditsProduced and written by Sandhya Nankani, Anjali Sakhrani, and  Kayla Fedeson. Scoring, mixing, and sound design by Ania Grzesik and Matt Boynton of Ultraviolet Audio. Field audio recorded by James Boo. Hosted by Betsy Bird. Music by Andrew VanWyngarden, Grammy-nominated singer/songwriter/musician and co-founder of MGMT. The Story Seeds Podcast is a creation and production of Literary Safari www.literarysafari.com

Herp vs Derp!!! Ryan’s duel TV system! Caleb’s birthday trivia! Is Aaron interviewing Ron right now?!? Duke is hot pissed!! Beach Head is straight nuts!! Jinx is one bad luck lady!!! Falcon is a fucking nozzle!!! Zarana gets them with the Kodak Disc!! More tropes?!? Script Deviations! Voice actors!! Return of the Long Dong Brain Bubble!!!

Cobra Commander has some competition as Serpentor charges the battlefield and wins the hearts of his soldiers! Storm Shadow rises from the grave, but is he the same man he was when he died...? And the debut of fan favorite Zarana! This is normally our Patron exclusive podcast! If you like what you're hearing, consider visiting Patreon.com/joeonjoepod and help support the show and access all the previous issues!

G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero #77 (1988)Yo Joe! The Joes have been ensnared in a government cover-up on Cobra Island as Fake Cobra Commander and Serpentor battle it out. Serpentor lost though so that means Dr. Mindbender can go full Krieger from ARCHER with his dead body. As for the Joes, they chill with some Vipers to watch a cat fight between Lady Jaye and Zarana. Meanwhile, Destro wears a Speedo on a boat in the Caribbean while Roadblock run from the Feds. And since its 1988 and we are in mad grinder mode, Zartan steps away from the action to open for classic self-titled era Danzig. Sadly, Chuck Biscuits was never inducted into the Dreadnoks (but should have been).Email the podcast at worstcollectionever@gmail.comContinue the conversation with Shawn and Jen on Twitter @angryheroshawn and @JenStansfield

This episode has it all! Double crosses! Triple crosses! The titanic struggle between Cobra Commander and Serpentor! Low-Light being a baddass! Zarana getting dumped! A spectacular aerial duel between some underutilized Cobra jets! And of course, a conspicuous yellow panty...   Since the one true CC is being reinstated, it felt right to pay tribute to his finest action figure incarnations.   So what are you waiting for?!

It's a romantic episode this week, so who better to have as a guest than Rebekah Slepski, or as she now calls herself... Toileteel! You have to listen to understand! Zarana and Mainframe fall in love and our Filecard Feature is on the Dreadnok Pirate... Zanzibar!

We're jumping a week again, as we present the Eau De Cobra episode with our special guest Bryan Graham! Bryan joined me via Skype to talk all things Joe and dissect a quintessential episode, Eau De Cobra! The Filecard Feature is on the Dreadnok... Zarana!