Grim.
| Escape Artists |
|
January 15, 2019, 07:17:47 PM
|
|||
|
|||
| News: |
| Home | Help | Search | Login | Register |
|
1
on: Yesterday at 05:57:15 PM
|
||
| Started by Ocicat - Last post by Scuba Man | ||
|
It's like my beloved Escape Artists is joining the big-league. Its success has attracted the attention of the cybernetic-bottom-feeders.
Grim. |
||
|
2
on: Yesterday at 05:38:59 PM
|
||
| Started by Scuba Man - Last post by Bdoomed | ||
|
Seconded, thirded and fifth-ed (I'll let someone have fourth). Google will be penalizing insecure sites in the search results.
|
||
|
3
on: Yesterday at 05:28:02 PM
|
||
| Started by Bdoomed - Last post by Scuba Man | ||
|
Hell. The outro was biting.
... Spoiler (click to show/hide) Good god, man. Alasdair Stuart. That outro was of your best ones yet. Sincerely, ScubaMan. Toronto, Ontario. |
||
|
4
on: Yesterday at 04:59:06 PM
|
||
| Started by Scuba Man - Last post by Scuba Man | ||
|
https://www.howtogeek.com/359298/why-does-google-chrome-say-websites-are-%E2%80%9Cnot-secure%E2%80%9D/
When the site's due for its next update, would this be possible? |
||
|
5
on: Yesterday at 04:54:02 PM
|
||
| Started by Bdoomed - Last post by Bdoomed | ||
|
PseudoPod 630: Steadfast
Author: Trisha J. Wooldridge Narrators: Alethea Kontis, Kyle Akers and Alex Hofelich Host: Alasdair Stuart Originally published under the title “Steadfast in the Face of Zombies” in Once Upon an Apocalypse anthology that went out of print shortly after publication due to publisher buyout. Show Notes This short story has a special place in my heart because it was a challenge to write. I was invited by the anthology’s two editors, and as much as I adore fairy tales and study them for fun, I couldn’t think of one to adapt. Finally, Rona, three days before the deadline, messaged me, “Hans Christian Anderson’s ‘Steadfast Tin Soldier. Go!'” and I did it… It’s also the first short story where I had that writer’s moment of curling up in the coffee shop while working on a scene with tears pouring down my face saying, “I swear, it’s the scene! I’m fine–I promise!” Feel free to guess which scene that was. Dear Suzanne, I only got here and our camp’s on light discipline, which means that a shambler horde is close. Most of us can’t sleep and are up writing and sharing these tiny LED headlamps. Dave’s company is at this camp, too. We saw each other at mess, and he looked like crap. Worse when he saw me. No one told him I’d been drafted. He never expected it with my bum leg. He said no one was talking about the front lines, but if they drafted someone like me, things must be really bad. Listen to this week's Pseudopod. Follow us on YouTube and Spotify! |
||
|
6
on: Yesterday at 04:16:16 PM
|
||
| Started by Bdoomed - Last post by Scuba Man | ||
|
That was a nasty, nasty piece of work. I LOVED IT. BTW, once episode 630 gets uploaded, I'll transfer my post from the Gallimaufry or MISC sub-forum.
|
||
|
7
on: Yesterday at 04:13:02 PM
|
||
| Started by Scuba Man - Last post by Scuba Man | ||
|
Hell. The outro was biting. Brexit. The Movie, War Games. Being near a target. Politicians. Customer satisfaction surveys. Turd-sandwiches. Plan for the worst, hope for the best. The End Of Net Neutrality. The Winding-Down Of 2 A##hole Grandfather Clocks. And yes, sir... I heard your shudder at the end (before you talked about supporting the pod).
Good god, man. Alasdair Stuart. This outro was of your best one yet. Sincerely, ScubaMan. Toronto, Ontario. |
||
|
8
on: January 11, 2019, 05:10:36 PM
|
||
| Started by divs - Last post by divs | ||
|
Escape Pod 661: A Fine Night for Tea and Bludgeoning
AUTHOR : Beth Cato NARRATOR : Eve Upton HOST: Tina Connolly --- Summer 1901 Upon my arrival at the Durham’s dance, it was quickly apparent to me that their daughter’s new purebred fiancé was not the evening’s star as gossip had foretold. Instead, a dashing green-skinned gentleman had garnered a pack of giggling admirers. I had never encountered a person of such fascinatingly verdant coloration before, and yet I immediately had an odd pressure upon me to accept this man and not question his visage. How peculiar. I retreated to a far wall. My brow furrowed in thought; the motion hurt. My face was caked with powder adequate to make an elephant sneeze, all to obscure the final, yellowed vestiges of what had been a black eye. Such a blemish would have been abhorrent to the flibbertigibbets filling the room, but then, they also had the mental acumen of chocolate éclairs. They prowled these parties for husband material the way big game hunters stalked moose, each seeking to bag something brag-worthy and best kept stuffed in a parlor. This green-skinned man was fresh meat, though it seemed no one else had noticed his greenness at all.  Listen to this week’s Escape Pod! |
||
|
9
on: January 11, 2019, 05:05:25 PM
|
||
| Started by divs - Last post by divs | ||
|
Escape Pod 660: Hoping for Red
AUTHOR : Adam Knight NARRATOR : Tina Connolly HOST: Mur Lafferty --- Vixen had just one question for the doctor: “Can you do it?” Doctor Fizzwinkle smiled and patted the fur on Vixen’s neck. Outside of the office, the winds whipped furiously, as they did most of the time north of the Arctic Circle. In the office, though, the glow of fluorescent light and the smell of rubbing alcohol made Vixen feel secure and cared for. “I’m afraid not,” he said. “The procedure you heard about is simple in principle―I would take DNA samples of you and Mr. Vixen, then analyze the cells to see your genetic predispositions, and manipulate the chromosomes to produce the calf that you and your husband desire.” “Then why not?” Vixen said, stamping her hooves in a little dance. “Well, everything is simple in principle,” the Doctor said. “But I’ve never done it before.” Listen to this week’s Escape Pod! |
||
|
10
on: January 11, 2019, 05:02:55 PM
|
||
| Started by divs - Last post by divs | ||
|
Escape Pod 659: Caesura
AUTHOR : Hayley Stone NARRATOR : Stephanie Morris HOST: Tina Connolly --- Priya begins by striking the words love, hate, heart, and feel from the computer’s vocabulary, and blocks the internet. It isn’t with malicious intent. She does it on a whim, as with most things: fixing herself tacos at eleven o’clock at night, taking a right instead of a left turn against the advice of her GPS, showing up to her brother’s funeral in bright pink and yellow leopard-print high-tops. “Your shoes look like they’re wanted for the murder of a Lisa Frank poster,” Demetri said when she first bought them, after nearly shooting Pepsi through his nose. “You’re just jealous because I look fly, and you’d get shot wearing these around the city,” Priya said. “Fly? So you’re a little gangster now, huh?” “More than you.” He did get shot. But it wasn’t over shoes. Listen to this week’s Escape Pod! |
||
