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Hey happy Saturday Paul Carlson here a small workshop guy So this is one of the things I'm going to do weekly for a while And what I'm going to do each week and see how you guys like it see how you react to it is I'm going to Have kind of a thing where I review three new videos And those will be videos that have come out during the last week And I pick them kind of related for myself And I have maybe 600 subscriptions that I kind of keep track of at least some of them And I look for videos that would be helpful to novice or beginner DIY types of woodworkers and I hope you Like those it's kind of an attempt to save you some time if you wanted to see Two or three really good educational videos every week that all you got to do is come to my little weekly review and see what I recommend The second thing I'm going to do is then find one of the all-time classic videos That I think particularly if you've entered woodworking in the last couple years You might have missed because they were done Well before that maybe you haven't searched for the topic that's involved yet So we'll do one of those and then each week to finish up I'll do one shop either tip or tool review or Technique discussion or give you an organizational idea, and I'll just try to do one. I've got some other Videos that I'm got in the can and I'm editing and but they'll take a long time And so I've got a whole variety of things that will come out in addition to this Weekly review three new videos that you might like the first one is a friend fellow named Frank Howard He's got a YouTube channel called Frank makes and He's he's fantastic. He has a big workshop. So it's not Totally applicable to those of us trying to struggle with a one-car garage but he He produces some really good stuff and he does really good voiceovers and This one he's building three great big planner boxes for a restaurant in his town And he's dealing with big pieces of lumber and he's built dealing with big machine But everything that he's doing if you wanted to build a planner box Maybe for your deck or your backyard or something. You're just going to scale it down and use the tools that you have And instead of what's he got so where he's maybe running it through a jointer Maybe you're you're going to use a hand plane to get your boards ready. So anyway It's a it's a really good video. He's already got 57,000 views and the only released it yesterday So Frank is obviously a lot of people like to watch whatever Frank brings out So and that's only 18 minutes long and it's really Really entertaining even if you decide not to build any planner boxes or that went on next one is a Full blown build video if you haven't discovered Paul Sellers Paul Sellers is one of the Master craftsman of the YouTube creation industry. He's a lifetime woodworker He produces some of the best education this one is very long as two hours and 34 minutes And that's because it's an entire build when you watch a build video that long You're going to pick up a lot of Tips and techniques and methods and things even if you're not building what he's building If you just watch the process the process is applicable to most anything you build So and and his are going to be primarily focusing on hand tools as opposed to power tools In fact is maybe entirely focusing on hand tools. So if you don't have a whole shop full of power tools Then Paul Sellers is the guy for you. He's got the educational channels. He's got schools He's got a lot of different builds. He's got a tremendous category of past videos This one is how to build a sandbox for either your children your grandchildren or maybe your neighbor's children Yeah, it's a wouldn't be the end of the world if you messed it up It's a sandbox kids are going to play in it and destroy it So maybe it's a really good educational thing for you to take on if you're at the beginning stages of woodworking And if you're an advanced woodworker, maybe your kids would like one anyway the third one And I keep picking sometimes the same guys Rob Cosman there's a reason I pick them they keep producing good stuff But Rob Cosman is a big proponent of learning to sharpen your chisels and your hand planes by hand Not with a jig and so he feels that having a right size Sharpening table and he hooks it up to his workbench, but you could hook it up to the side of any of your shop cabinets He just thinks that's critical to learning the technique So he's got a relatively short although long in terms of YouTube videos, but a 20 minute video About building that workstation and believe me. It's very very straightforward. All you need is where you're gonna put it So I highly recommend that you do that you build your Sharpening platform and you learn to start sharp for sharpening freehand because it'll it'll save you a lot of time So you can spend more time on woodworking In the future and then the classic everybody could use this if you haven't built yourself a Crosscut sled or the one you build is it's not everything you want it to be he's got a nice relatively straightforward Crosscut sled and he also shows how to make up a miter sled combo and it's an excellent excellent video. It only has 3.3 million views From four years ago, so if you haven't seen it, I highly recommend that it becomes 3.3 million and one the one being you so give that a look Let me give you my tip of the day and that's There's a really simple method to hang The great majority of the things that you want to hang on a French cleat system And again the advantage of French cleat system is if you don't like the way things look Or if you need a certain tool at a certain place for a certain build that you're doing Everything was movable as opposed to my other wall where everything's fixed everything on here can be moved Nothing is attached to that backboard.  I get them from ace hardware, which is in my neighborhood And so I have a whole bunch of these and most everything Even on my prior tool wall Will fit on these these are amazing almost every single tool Will hang on this in some fashion So my tip of the day is go ahead and do your French cleat system because the great majority of things You want to get up on there right away can be done with this and to put these together Yeah, I put some blue on there, but I just I just in attaching this with screws I just have the screws long enough to go through here. And so this little puppy Just hooks right on there.  So that's it for today three new videos one old classic video and One shop tip you guys be safe in your workshop and have another nice week. I'll see you this time next Saturday


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He sees a skeleton not as a part of him but as a separate entity continually working against him, eventually coming to believe his skeleton is trying to kill him. While it's obvious the man is quite mad, it's still an interesting journey as he plunges further down into his madness as the story moves forward. If you're new here, welcome to the show. While you're listening, be sure to check out WeirdDarkness.com for merchandise to visit sponsors you hear about during the show. Sign up for my newsletter. Connect with me on social media. Here are my other podcasts. Listen to free audiobooks I've narrated. Plus, you can visit the Hope in the Darkness page if you're struggling with depression, dark thoughts or addiction. You can find all of that and more at WeirdDarkness.com. Now, bolt your doors. Lock your windows.  And come with me into the Weird Darkness. It was past time for him to see the doctor again. Mr. Harris turned palely in at the stairwell and on his way up the flight saw Dr. Burley's name gilded over a pointed arrow. Would Dr. Burley sigh when he walked in? After all, this would make the tenth trip so far this year. But Burley shouldn't complain. He was paid for the examinations. The nurse looked Mr. Harris over and smiled a bit amusedly as she tiptoed to the glazed door, opened it and put her head in. Harris thought he heard her say, guess who's here, doctor, and didn't the doctor's voice reply faintly, oh my god again? Harris swallowed uneasily. When Harris walked in, Dr. Burley snorted, aches in your bones again. He scowled and adjusted his glasses. My dear Harris, you've been curried with the finest tooth combs and bacteria brushes known to science. You're just nervous. Let's see your fingers. Too many cigarettes. Let's smell your breath. Too much protein. Let's see your eyes. Not enough sleep. My response? Go to bed. Stop the protein. No smoking. Ten dollars, please. Harris stood sulking. The doctor glanced up from his papers. You still here?  That's eleven dollars now. But why should my bones ache? asked Harris. Dr. Burley spoke as to a child.  It gets worse the more you bother it. Then you leave it alone and the pain vanishes. You realize you caused most of the soreness yourself. Well, son, that's what's with you. Leave yourself alone. Take a dose of salts. Get out of here and take that trip to Phoenix you've stewed about for months. Do you good to travel? Five minutes later, Mr. Harris rifled through a classified phone directory at the corner drugists. A fine lot of sympathy one got from blind fools like Burley. He passed his finger down a list of bone specialists, found one named M. Munigant. Munigant lacked an M.D. or any other academic lettering behind his name, but his office was conveniently near.  Like his office, he smelled of iodine and other odd things. He was a good listener, though, and listened with eager, shiny moves of his eyes, and when he talked to Harris, his accent was such that he softly whistled each word. Undoubtedly because of imperfect ventures. Harris told all. Mr. M.M. nodded. He'd seen cases like this before, the bones of the body. Man was not aware of his bones. Ah, yes, the bones, the skeleton. Most difficult. Something concerning an imbalance, an unsympathetic coordination between soul, flesh, and skeleton. Very complicated, softly whistled Mr. M.M. Harry listened, fascinated. Now here was a doctor who understood his illness. Psychological said Mr. Munigant. He moved swiftly, delicately to a dingy wall and slashed down a half dozen X-rays to haunt the room with their look of things found floating in an ancient tide. Here, here, a skeleton surprised. Here, luminous portraits of the long, the short, the large, the small bones. Mr. Harris must be aware of his position, his problem. Mr. M.M.'s hand tapped, rattled, whispered, scratched at faint nebula of flesh in which hung ghosts of cranium, spinal cord, pelvis, slime, calcium marrow here, there, this, that, these, those, and others. Look! Harris shuddered. The X-rays and the paintings blew in a green and phosphorescent wind from a land peopled by the monsters of Dolly and Fusili. Mr. M.M. whistled quietly. Did Mr. Harris wish his bones treated? That depends, said Harris. Well, M.M. could not help Harris unless Harris was in the proper mood. Psychologically, one had to need help or the doctor was useless, but shrugging Mr. M.M. would try.  The lights were switched off, the shades drawn, Mr. M.M. approached his patient. Something touched Harris' tongue. He felt his jawbones forced out. They creaked and made faint cracking noises. One of those skeleton charts on the dim wall seemed to quiver and jump. A violent shudder seized Harris. Involuntarily, his mouth snapped shut. M.M. shouted.  No use. No use. Now was not the time. M.M. whispered the shades up, dreadfully disappointed. When Mr. Harris felt he could cooperate psychologically, when Mr. Harris really needed help and trusted M.M. to help him, then maybe something could be done. M.M. held out his little hand. In the meantime, the fee was only $2. Mr. Harris must begin to think. Here was a sketch for Mr. Harris to take home and study. He would acquaint him with his body. He must be trembling, aware of himself. He must be on guard. Skeletons were strange, unwieldy things. M.M.'s eyes glittered. Good day to Mr. Harris. Oh, and would he care for a breadstick. M.M. proffered a jar of long, hard, salty breadsticks to Harris, taking one himself, saying that chewing breadsticks kept him in practice. Good day, good day to Mr. Harris. Mr. Harris went home. The next day, Sunday, Mr. Harris discovered innumerable fresh aches and pains in his body. He spent the morning, his eyes fixed, staring with new interest at the small, anatomically perfect painting of a skeleton M.M. to give him. His wife, Clarice, startled him at dinner when she cracked her exquisitely thin knuckles one by one until he clapped his hands to his ears and cried, Stop! The rest of the afternoon, he quarantined himself in his room. Clarice played bridge in the parlor, laughing and chatting with three other ladies, while Harris, hidden away, fingered and wade the limbs of his body with growing curiosity. After an hour, he suddenly rose and called Clarice. She had a way of dancing into any room, her body doing all sorts of soft, agreeable things to keep her feet from ever quite touching the nap of a rug. She excused herself from her friends and came to see him now brightly. She found him reseeded in a far corner and she saw that he was staring at the anatomical sketch. Are you still brooding sweet? She asked. Please don't. She sat upon his knees. Her beauty could not distract him now in his absorption. He juggled her lightness. He touched her kneecap suspiciously. It seemed to move under her pale, glowing skin. Is it supposed to do that?  Is what supposed to do what? She laughed. You mean my kneecap? Is it supposed to run around on top of your knee that way? She experimented. So it does, she marveled. I'm glad yours slithers too, he sighed. How's beginning to worry? About what? He patted his ribs. My ribs don't go all the way down. They stop here and I found some confounded ones that dangle in midair. Beneath the curve of her small breasts, Clarice clasped her hands. Of course, silly, everybody's ribs stop at a given point and those funny short ones are floating ribs. I hope they don't float around too much. The joke was most uneasy. Now, above all, he wished to be alone. Further discoveries, newer and stranger archaeological diggings lay within reach of his trembling hands and he did not wish to be laughed at. Thanks for coming in, dear, he said. Anytime.  Wait, here now. He put his finger to touch his nose and hers. Did you realize the nose bone grows down only this far? From there on, a lot of grisly tissues fill out the rest. She wrinkled hers, of course, darling, as she danced from the room. Now sitting alone, he felt the perspiration rise from the pools and hollows of his face to flow in a thin tide down his cheeks.  Now, now, next on the agenda, what? The spinal cord. Yes, here. Slowly, he examined it. In the same way, he operated the many push buttons in his office, thrusting them to summon secretaries, messengers. But now, in these pushings of his spinal column, fears and terror answered, rushed from a million doors in his mind to confront and shake him. His spine felt horribly unfamiliar. Like the brittle shards of the fish freshly eaten, its bones left strewn on a cold china platter. He seized the little rounded nobbins. Lord, Lord! His teeth began to chatter. God Almighty, he thought, why haven't I realized it all these years? All these years I've gone around with a skeleton inside me. How is it we take ourselves for granted? How is it we never question our bodies and our being? A skeleton. One of those jointed, snowy, hard things. One of those foul, dry, brittle, gouge-eyed, skull-faced, shake-fingered, rattling things that sway from neck chains and abandoned webbed closets. One of those things found on the desert all long and scattered like dice. He stood upright because he could not bear to remain seated.   One of those curved carapaces which holds my brain like an electrical jelly.  With its grottos and caverns of bone, its revetments and placements from my flesh, my smelling, my seeing, my hearing, my thinking, a skull encompassing my brain, allowing it exit through its brittle windows to see the outside world. He wanted to dash into the bridge party, upset it.  He stopped himself only with a violent, trembling effort. Now, now, man, control yourself. This is a revelation. Take it for what it's worth. Understand it. Savor it. But a skeleton screamed his subconscious. I won't stand for it. It's vulgar. It's terrible. It's frightening. Skeletons are horrors. They clink and tinkle and rattle in old castles, hung from oak and beams, making long, indolently rustling pendulums on the wind. Darling, will you come meet the ladies? His wife's clear, sweet voice called from far away. Mr. Harris stood. His skeleton held him up. This thing inside, this invader, this horror was supporting his arms, legs and head. It was like feeling someone just behind you who shouldn't be there. With every step, he realized how dependent he was on this other thing. Darling, I'll be with you in a moment, he called weekly. To himself, he said, come on, brace up. You've got to go back to work tomorrow. Friday, you must make that trip to Phoenix. It's a long drive, hundreds of miles. Must be in shape for that trip, or you won't get Mr. Krelten to invest in your ceramics business. Chin up now. A moment later, he stood among the ladies, being introduced to Mrs. Withers, Mrs. Abelmat and Miss Curthy, all of whom had skeletons inside them, but took it very calmly because nature had carefully clothed the bare nudity of clavicle, tibia and femur with breasts, thighs, calves, with coiffure and eyebrow satanic, with bee-stung lips and Lord, shouted Mr. Harris inwardly, when they talk or eat, part of their skeletons show their teeth. I never thought of that. Excuse me, he gasped and ran from the room, only in time to drop his lunch among the petunias over the garden bullestrade. That night, seated on the bed as his wife undressed, he paired his toenails and fingernails scrupulously. These parts, too, were where his skeleton was shoving, indignantly growing out. He must have not heard part of this theory because next thing he knew, his wife, in negligee, was on the bed, her arms around his neck, yawning. Oh, my darling, fingernails are not bone, they're only hardened epidermis. He threw the scissors down. Are you certain? I hope so, I'd feel better. He looked at the curve of her body, marveling. I hope all people are made the same way. If you aren't the darndest hypochondriac, she held him at arm's length. Come on, what's wrong? Tell mama. Something inside me, he said. Something I ate. The next morning and all afternoon at his downtown office, Mr. Harris sorted out the sizes, shapes and construction of various bones in his body with displeasure. At 10 a.m. he asked to feel Mr. Smith's elbow one moment. Mr. Smith obliged, but scowled suspiciously. And after lunch, Mr. Harris asked to touch Ms. Laurel's shoulder blade, and she immediately pushed herself back against him, purring like a kitten and shutting her eyes. Ms. Laurel, he snapped, stopped that. Alone, he pondered his doroses. The war was just over. The pressure of his work, the uncertainty of the future, probably had much to do with his mental outlook. He wanted to leave the office, get into business for himself. He had more than a little talent for ceramics and sculpture. As soon as possible, he'd head for Arizona, borrow that money from Mr. Krelden, build a kiln and set up shop. It was a worry, what a case he was. But luckily, he had contacted M. Munigant, who seemed eager to understand and help him. He would fight it out with himself, not go back to either Munigant or Dr. Burley unless he was forced to. The alien feeling would pass. He sat, staring into space. Our next Weirdo Watch Party is Saturday, April 13th. We'll be treated to a Roger Corman Crap Fest from 1958. Teenage caveman, starring Robert Vaughan. Did he just say dirt that eats men? Guess so. 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The show begins at 10pm Eastern, 9pm Central, 8pm Mountain and 7pm Pacific. You can watch a trailer for the film, and watch horror hosts and schlocky B movies anytime, day or night on the Monster Channel page at WeirdDarkness.com. Hope to see you on Saturday, April 13th. The alien feeling did not pass. It grew. On Tuesday and Wednesday, it bothered him terrifically that his epidermis, hair and other appendages were of a high disorder, while the intercommented skeleton of himself was a slick, clean structure of efficient organization. Sometimes, in certain lights with his lips drawn morosely down, weighted with melancholy, he imagined he saw his skull grinning at him behind the flesh. Let go, he cried. Let go of me, my lungs. Stop! He gasped convulsively, as if his ribs were crushing the breath from him. My brain, stop squeezing it! And terrifying headaches burnt his brain to a blind cinder. My insides let them be for God's sake. Stay away from my heart! His heart cringed from the fanning motion of ribs like pale spiders crouched and fiddling with their prey. Drenched with sweat, he lay up on the bed one night while Clarice was out attending a red cross meeting. He tried to gather his wits, but only grew more aware of the conflict between his dirty exterior and this beautiful, cool, clean, calciumed thing inside. His complexion, wasn't it oily and lined with worry? Observe the flawless, snow-white perfection of the skull. His nose, wasn't it too large? Then observe the tiny bones of the skull's nose before that monstrous nasal cartilage begins forming the lopsided proboscis. His body, wasn't it plump? Well, consider the skeleton, slender, svelte, economical of line and contour, exquisitely carved oriental ivory, perfect thin as a white praying mantis. His eyes, weren't they protuberant, ordinary, numb-looking? Be so kind as to note the eye sockets of the skull, so deep and rounded, somber, quiet pools, all knowing, eternal. Gaze deep, and you never touch the bottom of their dark understanding. All irony, all life, all everything is there in the cupped darkness. Compare, compare, compare. Erraged for hours, and the skeleton, ever the frail and solemn philosopher, hung quietly inside, saying not a word, suspended like a delicate insect with a chrysalis, waiting and waiting. Harris sat slowly up. Wait a minute, hold on, he exclaimed. You're helpless too. I've got you too. I can make you do anything I want. You can't prevent it. I say move your carpals, metacarpals, and phalanges, and up they go as I wave to someone. You laughed. I ordered the fibula and femur to locomote and hun two three four, hun two three four, we walk around the block, there. Harris grinned, it's a fifty-fifty fight, even Steven, and we'll fight it out, we two. After all, I'm the part that thinks. Yes by God, yes. Even if I didn't have you, I could still think. Instantly a tiger's jaw snapped shut, shooing his brain in half. Harris screamed, the bones of his skull grabbed hold and gave him nightmares. Then slowly, while he shrieked, nuzzled at eight the nightmares one by one, until the last one was gone and the lights went out. At the end of the week, he postponed the Phoenix trip because of his health. Weighing himself on a penny scale, he saw the slow, gliding red arrow point to one hundred sixty-five. He groaned, why, I've weighed one seventy-five for years. I can't have lost ten pounds. He examined his cheeks in the fly-dotted mirror. Cold, primitive fear rushed over him in odd little shivers.  He shook his fist at his bony face, particularly addressing his remarks to his superior maxillary, his inferior maxillary, to his cranium and to his cervical vertebra.  No, no. He fled into a cafeteria. Turkey dressing, creamed potatoes, four vegetables, three desserts. He could eat none of it. He was sick to his stomach. He forced himself. His teeth began to ache. Bad teeth is it, he thought angrily. I'll eat spite of every tooth clanging and banging and rattling so they fall in my gravy. His head blazed. His breath jerked in and out of a constricted chest. His teeth raged with pain, but he knew one small victory. He was about to drink milk when he stopped and poured it into a base of deskertiums. No calcium for you, my boy. No calcium for you. Never again shall I eat foods with calcium or other bone fortifying minerals. I'll eat for one of us, not both, my lad. 150 pounds, he said, the following week to his wife. Do you see how I've changed? For the better, said Clarice. You're always a little plump for your height, darling. She stroked his chin. I like your face. It's so much nicer. The lines of it are so firm and strong now. They're not my lines. They're his. Damn him. You mean to say you like him better than you like me? Him? Who's him? In the parlor mirror, beyond Clarice, his skull smiled back at him behind his fleshy grimace of hatred and despair. Fuming, he popped malt tablets into his mouth. This was one way of gaining weight when you couldn't keep other foods down. Clarice noticed the malt pellets. But darling, really, you don't have to regain the weight for me, she said.   Darling, she said, I've watched you lately.  You don't say anything, but you look hunted. You toss in bed at night. Maybe you should go to a psychiatrist. But I think I can tell you everything he would say. I've put it all together from hints you've let escape you.  If you two fellows can't get along like an old married couple in the future, go back and see Dr. Burley. But first, relax. You're in a vicious circle. The more you worry, the more your bones stick out, the more you worry. After all, who picked this fight?  He closed his eyes. I did. I guess I did. Go on, Clarice. Keep talking. You rest now, she said softly. Rest and forget. Mr.  It was all very well to blame his imagination, but this particular skeleton by God was fighting back. Harris sat out for M. Munegan's office late in the day. Locking for half an hour until he found the address, he caught sight of the name M. Munegan, initialed in ancient flaking gold on a glass plate outside the building. Then his bones seemed to explode from their moorings, blasted and erupted with pain. Blinded, he staggered away. When he opened his eyes again, he had rounded a corner. M. Munegan's office was out of sight. The pains ceased. M. Munegan was the man to help him. If the sight of his name would cause so titanic a reaction, of course M. Munegan must be the man, but not today. Each time he tried to return to that office, the terrible pains took hold, perspiring he had to give up and swayed into a cocktail bar. Moving across the dim lounge, he wondered briefly if a lot of blame couldn't be put on M. Munegan's shoulders. After all, it was Munegan who'd first drawn specific attention to his skeleton and let the psychological impact of it slam home. Could M. Munegan be using him for some nefarious purpose? But what purpose? Silly to suspect him, just a little doctor, trying to be helpful. Munegan and his jar of breadsticks. Ridiculous. M. Munegan was okay. Okay. There was a sight within the cocktail lounge to give him hope.  Now, there was a successful man.    The poor skeleton was lost. It could never fight clear of that blubber. It might have tried once, but not now. Overwhelmed, not a bony echo of the fat man's supporter remained. Not without envy, Harris approached the fat man, as one might cut across the bow of an ocean liner. Harris ordered a drink, drank it, and then dared to address the fat man. Glans? You talking to me? Asked the fat man. Or is there a special diet? Wondered Harris. I beg your pardon, but as you see, I'm down. Can't seem to put on any weight. Unlike a stomach like that one of yours, did you grow it because you were afraid of something?  But I like drunkards. He ordered more drinks. Listen close, I'll tell you. Layer by layer, said the fat man. Twenty years, man, and boy, I built this. He held his vast stomach like a globe of the world, teaching his audience his gastronomical geography. It was no overnight circus. The tent was not raised before dawn on the wonders installed within. I have cultivated my inner organs as if they were thoroughbred dogs, cats, and other animals.  I feed it well. It will most sit up for me. And my dear fellow, my intestines are the rarest purebred Indian anacondas you ever viewed in the sleekest, coiled, fine, and ruddy health. Keep them in prime, I do, all my pets. For fear of something? Perhaps. This called for another drink for everyone. Gain weight. The fat man savored the words on his tongue. Here's what you do.  Add to these a sprinkling of business associates whose prime motivation is snatching your last lonely quid, and you are well on your way to getting fat. How so?  You'll find that eating is the only fun on earth, but one needs to be bothered by outside sources. Too many people in this world haven't enough to worry about, then they begin picking on themselves and they lose weight. Meet all of the vile, terrible people you can possibly meet, and pretty soon you'll be adding the good ol' fat. And with that advice, the fat man launched himself out into the dark tide of night, swaying mightily and wheezing. That's exactly what Dr. Burley told me. Slightly changed, said Harris thoughtfully. Perhaps that trip to Phoenix, now at this time. The trip from Los Angeles to Phoenix was a sweltering one, crossing as it did the Mojave Desert on a broiling yellow day. Traffic was thin and in constant, and for long stretches there would not be a car on the road for miles ahead or behind. Harris twitched his fingers on the steering wheel. Whether or not Krelden and Phoenix lent him the money he needed to start his business, it was still a good thing to get away, to put distance behind. The car moved in the hot sluice of desert wind. The one Mr. H sat inside the other Mr. H. Perhaps both perspired. Perhaps both were miserable.   Night came. A wind rose. The road was lonely and silent. The few cars that passed went swiftly on their way, their view obstructed. Mr. Harris lay unconscious until very late he heard a wind rising out of the desert, felt the sting of little sand needles on his cheeks and opened his eyes. Morning found him gritty-eyed and wandering in thoughtless, senseless circles, having in his delirium got away from the road. At noon he sprawled in the poor shade of a bush. The sun struck in with a keen sword edge, cutting through to his bones. A vulture circled. Harris' parched lips cracked open. So that's it, he whispered, red-eyed, bristle-cheeked.  You swallow dry burrows of dust. Sun cook off my flesh so you can peek out. Vultures launch off me and there you'll lie, grinning, grinning with victory, like a bleached xylophone strewn and played by vultures with an ear for odd music. You'd like that? Freedom. He walked on through a landscape that shivered and bubbled in the direct pour of sunlight, stumbling, falling flat, lying to feed himself little mouths of fire. The air was blue alcohol flame and vultures roasted and steamed and glittered as they glue in glides and circles. Phoenix. The road. Car. Water. Safety. Hey! Someone called from way off in the blue alcohol flame. Mr. Harris propped himself up. Hey! The call was repeated, a crunching of footsteps, quick. With a cry of unbelievable relief, Harris rose only to collapse again into the arms of someone in a uniform with a badge. The town is standard. A small mid-western town where nothing ever happens. Quiet, peaceful, and tucked away among the corn fields and away from the dangers of the outside world. Unfortunately, there was nothing normal about standard. There has been an evil that has been awakened and now the residents are slowly going crazy. Men for no reason are coming home and murdering their families and dark forms are appearing in people's mirrors. The evil is spreading and now it's up to ex Chicago cop Roboletto to find it. Time is running out and the neighbors are becoming quiet shadows as they watch him. He doesn't have long before it'll start to get into his mind and then he himself would be making that deadly trip home. Inside the Mirrors by Jason R. Davis, narrated by Weird Darkness host Darren Marlar, hear a free sample or purchase the title on the audiobooks page at WeirdDarkness.com. The car tediously hauled, repaired, Phoenix reached. Harris found himself in such an unholy state of mind that the business transaction was a numb pantomime. Even when he got the loan and held the money in his hand, it meant nothing. This thing within him, like a hard white sword and a scabbard, tainted his business, his eating, colored his love for Clarice, made it unsafe to trust an automobile. All in all, this thing had to be put in its place. The desert incident had brushed too close, too near the bone, one might say, with an ironic twist of one's mouth. Harris heard himself thanking Mr. Krellden dimly for the money. Then he turned his car and motored back across the long miles, this time cutting across to San Diego, so he would miss that desert stretch between Alcentro and Beaumont. He drove north along the coast. He didn't trust that desert. But careful, salt waves boomed, hissing on the beach outside Laguna. Sand, fish, and crustacea would cleanse his bones as swiftly as vultures, slow down on the curves over the surf. Damn, he was sick. Where to turn, Clarice? Burley? Munigant? Bonespecialist. Munigant. Well… Darling! Clarice kissed him. He wanced at the solidness of the teeth and jaw behind the passionate exchange. Darling, he said, slowly wiping his lips with his wrists trembling. You look thinner. Oh, darling, the business deal. It went through. I guess, yes, it did. She kissed him again. They ate a slow, falsely cheerful dinner, with Clarice laughing and encouraging him. He studied the phone. Several times, he picked it up indecisively, then laid it down. His wife walked in, putting on her coat and hat. Well, sorry, but I have to leave. She pinched him on the cheek. Come on, now. Cheer up. I'll be back from Red Cross in three hours. You lie around in snooze. I simply have to go. When Clarice was gone, Harris dialed the phone nervously. Am I Munigant? The explosions and the sickness in his body after he set the phone down were unbelievable. His bones were wracked with every kind of pain, cold and hot he had ever thought of or experienced in wildest nightmare. He swallowed all the aspirin he could find in an effort to stave off the assault, but when the doorbell finally rang an hour later, he could not move. He lay weak and exhausted, panting, tears streaming down his cheeks. Come in. Come in for God's sake. Am Munigant came in. Thank God the door was unlocked. Oh, but Mr. Harris looked terrible. Am Munigant stood in the center of the living room, small and dark. Harris nodded. The pains rushed through him, hitting him with large iron hammers and hooks. Am Munigant's eyes glittered as he saw Harris' protuberant bones. Ah, he saw that Mr. Harris was now psychologically prepared for aid. Was it not so? Harris nodded again, feebly sobbing. Am Munigant still whistled when he talked, something about his tongue and the whistling. No matter. Through his shimmering eyes, Harris seemed to see Am Munigant shrink, yes, smaller. Imagination, of course. Harris sobbed out his story of the Phoenix trip. Am Munigant sympathized. This skeleton was a traitor. They would fix him for once and for all. Mr. Munigant sighed Harris faintly. I never noticed before. Your tongue round, tube-like. Hollow? My eyes, delirious. What do I do? Am Munigant whistled softly, appreciatively, coming closer. If Mr. Harris would relax in his chair and open his mouth. The lights were switched off. Am Munigant peered into Harris' dropped jaw. Wider, please. It had been so hard that first visit to help Harris, with both body and bone in revolt. Now he had cooperation from the flesh of the man, anyway, even if the skeleton protested. In the darkness, Am Munigant's voice got small, small, tiny, tiny. The whistling became high and shrill. Now relax, Mr. Harris. Now. Harris felt his jaw pressed violently in all directions. His tongue depressed as with a spoon, his throat clogged. He gasped for breath. Whistle. He couldn't breathe. Something squirmed, corkscrewed in his cheeks, out, bursting his jaws. Like a hot water douche, something squirted into his sinuses. His ears clanged. Ah! Shriek Harris gagging. His head, its carophuses riven. Shattered, hung loose. Agony shot fire through his lungs. Harris could breathe again, momentarily. His watery eyes sprang wide. He shouted. His ribs, like sticks picked up and bundled, were loosened in him. Pain! He fell to the floor, wheezing out his hot breath. Lights flickered in his senseless eyeballs. He felt his limbs swiftly cast loose and free. Through streaming eyes, he saw the parlor. The room was empty. Am Munigant? In God's name, where are you, Am Munigant? Come help me. Am Munigant was gone. Help! Then he heard it. Deep down in the subterranean fissures of his body, the minute, unbelievable noises. Little smackings and twistings and little dry chippings and grindings and nuzzling sounds. Like a tiny hungry mouse down in the red-blooded dimness, gnawing ever so earnestly and expertly at what might have been, but was not. A submerged timber. Clarice, walking down the sidewalk, held her head high and marched straight toward her house on St. James Place. She was thinking of the Red Cross as she turned the corner and almost ran into this little dark man who smelled of iodine. Clarice would have ignored him if it were not for the fact that, as she passed, he took something long, white and oddly familiar from his coat and proceeded to chew on it, as on a peppermint stick.  He was still crunching his goody as she proceeded up the sidewalk to her house, turned to the doorknob and walked in. Darling, she called, smiling around. Darling, where are you? She shut the door, walking down the hall and into the living room. Darling! She stared at the floor for 20 seconds, trying to understand. She screamed. Outside, in this sycamore darkness, the little man pierced a long, white stick with intermittent holes. Then, softly sighing, his lips puckered, played a little sad tune upon the improvised instrument to accompany the shrill and awful singing of Clarice's voice as she stood in the living room. Many times, as a little girl, Clarice had run on the beach sands, stepped on a jellyfish and screamed. It was not so bad. Finding an intact, gelatin-skinned jellyfish in one's living room, one could step back from it. It was when the jellyfish called you by name. Thanks for listening! If you like the show, please share it with someone you know who loves the paranormal or strange stories, true crime, monsters or unsolved mysteries like you do. You can email me and follow me on social media through the Weird Darkness website. WeirdDarkness.com is also where you can find information on sponsors you heard about during the show. Listen to free audiobooks I've narrated, get the email newsletter, find my other podcasts. 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All right, next question is from Zelen Castillat. Is vitamin supplementation necessary if you eat a balanced diet? You know what the, okay, this reminds me of one of the best sales pitches I ever was taught when it came to selling supplements. The multivitamin? Yes, yes. And it was great because it totally sounded like it made sense. So what they used to teach us back in the day when I was managing gyms and all that stuff and they were trying to get us to sell more vitamins is they'd say, you could have the perfect diet but because you're eating low calorie, lose weight, there's only so many nutrients you can get with that. So, but you still have micro nutrient requirements which are higher. This is why everybody should be on a multivitamin. And it made so much sense to me. I'm like, yeah, 1500 calories is necessary but you need 2500 calories with their nutrients. It made so, here's why that's not necessarily true. So a multivitamin is like a nuke. It's like everything, right? When it comes to nutrients, if you really want benefits it's got to be specific to you because if I take a multivitamin that's got everything maybe my zinc is optimal and now I'm going high in zinc and now which affects my copper and other things in my body or maybe my vitamin D is low and my multivitamin doesn't have enough vitamin D to support that for me. So if you really want to know what's ideal for you I don't care what your diet is get your nutrient levels tested and then supplement specifically for your body. That would be my advice. No, I think that's the answer because what does a balanced diet even mean? What does that mean to somebody? Does it mean you have an even amount of protein, carbs and fats? You could do that and still be missing some serious nutrients if you're not doing diversifying with color in your diet if what types of meat where you're getting all of your protein from. So even having a balanced diet you could easily miss out on some micronutrients that you don't realize. The best answer is exactly what you said and instead of just throwing the whole kitchen sink which is like a multi-bottom- Find out what you're deficient in. Yeah, find out what you need to take on a regular basis because you lack in that and then of course, and I've shared this before, right? Like with the Omega-3s for example, my kind of like personal goal is I try if I get three servings or so a week of fish and if I don't then I have my Omega-3s there to supplement it. So I think once you kind of figure out where your levels are, where you lack or you don't lack and then you are aware of what your normal diet looks like in your tendencies and then what foods produce those nutrients then you can go, wow, this week I haven't had X, Y and Z so and those are rich in X, Y and Z nutrients so I'm gonna supplement that or hey, this week I was great, I hit all those things. So lay off and save the supplements. Yeah, it's even, it even gets more complex sometimes because you could be, your lifestyle could cause you or your body to be deficient in certain nutrients based off of let's say stress or lack of sleep or your body doesn't, maybe your body doesn't synthesize cholesterol into vitamin D very well. So you supplement with vitamin D but you don't see the numbers go up very much so you need to take more of the average person. Or even absorbing it properly. Yeah, that's another one. Right, because you're swallowing it too. It's like a lot of times too, like having, was it fat soluble and like having like that added in to be able to shut all those nutrients is a whole part of the process as well. People don't consider it. Yeah, and then one last thing, like vitamins and minerals are not innocuous. Okay, some of them yes are water soluble so whatever your body doesn't use you get rid of, relatively good. But some of them get stored, minerals and fat soluble vitamins. So you can cause problems and trouble for yourself. Okay, so you guys remember in the 90s how there was this huge push to have women take calcium, right, because of osteoporosis along the rise. And they said, oh, bones need calcium so let's supplement, let's make everybody supplement with calcium.  So anyway, they did this general like calcium, take this for bone. And then you had all these people developing calcium deposits and their arteries and there's issues with taking too much calcium because it was just this broad brushstroke when if you don't know what you need, you don't just take everything. So that's, and by the way, if you have a deficiency and you take a vitamin or mineral to fill it and it works, life changing. So I do wanna say that as well. It can make a tremendous difference.


Last night's game of the Dodgers was about as disappointing as you can possibly get, a complete game shut out thrown by Chad Cool, and it's a bummer because I was very high on them, had a lot of Dodger stacks out there, and did not do well as a result of what happened in that game. And I'd love to like ignore the Dodgers indefinitely because that was annoying. The problem is they are still in Coorsfield, they are facing another pitcher, I'm okay, stacking against her tonight, and it means we probably got to go right back. Not a lot of time for those wounds to heal, but I think that is the right way to play things for tonight. So unfortunately, the Dodgers back on the menu once again, we'll try to make it more palatable, try to find ways to hopefully make it a fresh slate for us and make things less painful, but it ain't going to be easy. So we'll dive on in and get you set for this Tuesday night's slay. Welcome on into the solo shop. That's right here on the FanDuel Podcast Network and Numberfire.com. My name is Jim Sonnis. I am a senior writer and analyst for Numberfire.com. Here to break down this 14 game main slate with lockset for 7.05 p.m. Eastern for today. The low to weather note for tonight is that at Wrigley Field, winds are out to center at 11 miles per hour. It's also 80 degrees. So not like a 16 mile per hour wind or anything like that, but it is 11. It is pretty warm. So not a massive bump up to batters, but I do think I would give a boost to hitters for the Reds and the Cubs of Wrigley Field. Cubs face in the least Castillo. That's pretty tough, but if you want to get some one-offs in there, get some Reds in there, I think that could be justifiable based on the weather. Total is rising in that game already as we speak. We'll break down the pitching preview in just one second. But first, a quick reminder, we have our PGA podcast coming up later on today, right here on the same podcast. 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This is a limited time offer, so be sure to deposit now and play for free at the Fandull.com or download the Fandull Fantasy app. Today, eligibility restrictions apply, go to Fandull.com or download the Fandull app for more details. Pitching preview for this Tuesday main slate, Carlos Rodan is the highest salary pitcher on Fandull, checking in at $10,600, followed by Zack Wheeler at 10-4. Bummer Valdez is 10-2 with Robbie Ray at 10-2 as well. Zack Gallin is 10,000 with Clayton Kershaw in Coors at 99. Sean Maniah facing Gallin is 98. Johnny Quinto is 96. Charlie Morden 95. Brandon Woodruff 94. Frankie Montas is 92. That Yankee Stadium. And Tarek Scubble is $9,000. Carlos Carrasco, John Gray, Luis Castillo, Michael Wacca, and Dean Cramer are the others at $8,000 or higher. Now, for tonight, I think that there are two great options and they depend on which format you're playing. For Cache Games, give me Carlos Rodan as a top option. We'll talk about him here. We'll talk about the top tournament arm after that. Rodan is at home against the Tigers. That should pretty much explain all of it because the Tigers, although they've been trending up and they are better against lefties, they're still a team we can definitely feel good about targeting with an opposing lefty. They have a 120 ISO against lefties with a 97 WRC plus.  As we discussed a few times recently, Rodan's velocity has been down and it's a sample that spans six starts now. The strikeouts have not been as steady in this time, but the results are phenomenal for Rodan. He has a 1.78 ERA. He has an eight plus strikeouts in three straight starts. He had double digits against the Braves in Atlanta, his most recent start. Now he goes from that stuff to facing the Tigers at home. I do think the velocity is concerning because something like that can sometimes predict a backslide in results, but we aren't seeing that with Rodan. Five starts, a big enough sample to see some concern and especially I think reassuring that we're not seeing that backslide in either the results or the peripherals. We're going to see Rodan at massive popularity. It's an easy button matchup. He's at home coming off a huge game. That's why I think there's leeway to potentially deviate in tournaments because you have 14 games on the slate. You can potentially feel good about going elsewhere, but for cash games, it's as easy as it gets just to lock in Rodan and feel good about him there. So Carlos Rodan to me, the top pitcher of the night. For tournaments, it is a pretty scary matchup for Zach Wheeler and that can be concerning for sure, but I do like him quite a bit and I will be in on him for sure. He's facing the Braves. Sorry, my dog was scratching herself behind me and I was very concerned about what was going on. Weird noises. Anyway, Zach Wheeler gets the Braves scary matchup, but I do think he is the top tournament option for tonight. The Braves aren't a team. I really want to target too much. They have a 110 WRC plus against righties in their active roster. They have a lot of power. It's a bad spot for Wheeler, but Wheeler is more equipped to handle a tough matchup than some. He always has had great bad at ball data and that includes this year too. For the full season, Wheeler has let up a 31% fly ball rate with a 35% hard hit rate and that can help against a powerful team like the Braves. We have seen Wheeler filtering in more curve balls recently and that could be concerning because if you toss in more off-speed stuff, it can sometimes alter your bad at ball profile, which we want to stay steady with Wheeler. You didn't see that happen here so far though, because he still has just a 27% fly ball rate allowed in the five starts with more curves. So actually the fly ball rate has gone down. His strikeout rate in that time is 29%. The Braves will strike out. They have a 26% strikeout rate against righties. Wheeler faced them once earlier on this year. That was in Atlanta and he still got 10 strikeouts and six innings. Now they go to Philadelphia and he does have bigger home road splits than some do. So this is a boost to get him at home in this spot. I would be high on Wheeler for tournaments. I honestly would consider him for cash. I don't think you need to with Rodan being there, but like for some reason you don't like Rodan, I think you'd go there too. So we've got Robbie Ray, we got some other good pitches in the slate. To me, it's Carlos Rodan for cash games, Zach Wheeler for tournaments, Rodan for tournaments too, but I think that the roster rate discount here due to the matchup is pretty enticing for Zach Wheeler. So for like a single entry tournament, I'm probably leaning towards Wheeler there. For the value play, I'm honestly a bit surprised. John Gray's salary is just $8,800. I think he's proven recently that he's worth more than that, but I'll take it. I'm not going to push back on it too much. I'm fine with him here at that lower salary. He's facing the Royals and they're not a high strikeout matchup, but they're not a bad matchup either. They have a 92 WRC plus against righties with a 121 ISO and the strikeout rate for them is not outliersly low. It's 20%. We can use pitchers facing the Royals if they're good enough, and I think Gray is. We have nine starts now on Gray since his velocity stabilized and he has a 26% strikeout rate in that time. They 3.66 skill interactive ERA. He's got pretty decent batted ball numbers. So it's certainly not a perfect profile, but it is pretty solid, I think. We've seen some single game upside out of Gray too. He said double digit strikeouts twice and those came against the Rays and the White Sox. And although they're not great offenses, they're not pushovers either, I would say. Gray has not faced a lot of low strikeout teams in this time, so it's possible that his strikeout rate in the sample is a bit juiced up, but I like what he's done. I've got Gray projected at 6.5 strikeouts for today and that's pretty good. I really do like the studs. I like Wheeler a lot and I like Rodin a lot, but I will upgrade my player pool despite that. I think he does more than enough to justify that here. If you look at Gray's profile, you will see some pretty drastic home road splits. He's only made three starts at home and he's been very good in those. So I wouldn't worry too much about those. Personally, I think it's something to consider. Like I talked myself out of his K-Prop as a result of those home road splits, but for DFS, I think that there's still enough juice there to feel good about him. Okay, let's go to stacking and talk about these gosh darn Dodgers because last night was tough. I think we got to go back though. They're facing Kyle Freeland. He's a lefty and you know, that's another negative here. I'd rather get them against Variety, even despite how well that went last night, especially with Mookie Betts being out. I prefer them against Variety, but I think it's fine. We'll see. I think that maybe we just get a rosary discount and hope for it, but I don't know. We'll see. It's not fun, but I think we should go back to the Dodgers either way. Freeland is a guy who lets up a ton of balls in play, which we should seek out at Coorsfield. He has a 15% strike area for the season with a 7% walker, which means he's letting the ball in play about 78% of the time. It's a big number for Coorsfield. Freeland has been tinkering. He's been throwing fewer change ups and fewer sliders in his past seven starts, but that hasn't changed the plate discipline numbers. And the bad at ball numbers are actually getting a bit worse. He's let up a 45% fly ball rate with a 43% hard hit rate in this time. Freeland has had some good starts at home in this span. He held the braze to no runs across seven innings back on June 4th. They're better against lefties than the Dodgers are, but I'm not going to avoid what I think is a good stack based on one good start for Freeland and one bad outing for the Dodgers last night, where they had a short turnaround coming off of a late game on Sunday. The process says we should be here, so I agree with it. So the Dodgers, despite last night's clunker, are a quality option here for today. Now, within these Dodgers stack, I will be in on Trace Thompson when I'm going there. He hit sixth against the leftie a couple days ago. He's hitting against righties too. They had him in the lineup. He was in there last night. So I'd expect them to probably hit sixth or so tonight. He was spanking the ball done in AAA. He had a 340 ISO there with a 46% fly ball rate. He struck out a lot in the big leagues so far, which is a concern, but it's less of a concern against a guy like Kyle Freeland, who doesn't get a lot of strikeouts. So Thompson to me is a deserving core play here at $2,500 because of the platoon advantage, because of the salary, because of the offense, all that stuff adds up to make Thompson, at least to me, a really good value play for today at $2,500. The second stack is going to be the Rangers. The park here is not nearly as advantageous as they're in Coffin Stadium, but it is at least warm. It is 84 degrees, which is second warmest behind Coors Field. So it's not terrible. They're facing Jonathan Heasley for tonight. Heasley is still getting fine results despite his poor peripherals. He has a 4.14 ERA. His expected ERA though is 5.51. He has a 5.20 skill interactive ERA, strikeout rate 18%, walk rate 12%. Typically, when you see a gap between results and peripherals, it's because the guy has good batted ball numbers. That's not the case here. Both the hard hit rate and the fly ball rate against Heasley around 44%. Teams should be teeing off on him, but they're not doing that just yet. We did see some cracks in the most recent starts. He led up four earned runs to the Angels. There were two home runs there. I'm expecting that to be more than norm as the sample expands. The Rangers offense is not great, but they've got enough guys we could feel good with. So I'm on them here behind the Dodgers for tonight. We do want to favor lefties against Heasley. And I do think that can include Josh Smith. He's not a big power guy, but he has some upside for DFS via his legs. He's batting lead off now and he draws walks, which gives him more shots at those that an upside play for him and stolen bases. Heasley will walk a lot of guys. So Smith isn't the big ISO guy we typically go towards for DFS, but he does still have a path to upside via his speed. So Smith $2,200 for tonight, very advantageous salary given the multiple paths, I guess one path he has to upside via his legs, but 22, batting lead off, has some upside enough for me to feel pretty good about him there. So you've got Thompson on the Dodgers. You've got Josh Smith on the Rangers as far as big value plays. And I do think there is one and they're a third stack too. And that's the Cardinals. They will be high on my list facing Braxton Garrett, who's a lefty. And that's kind of the key thing here because it's Cardinals. Garrett has looked pretty good both in AAA and the major so far this year. He has a hat, a 3.12 ERA and AAA across five starts. It is 4.08 in the majors and four starts. And Garrett does get some ground balls, which can be a bit annoying, mistaking perspective, but those ground balls haven't necessarily followed him to the big leagues in his two different stints or three different stints, I guess, but last year, 38% ground ball right in the majors. It is 43% this year in four starts, not a huge sample, but growing. And when you couple a 43% ground ball rate with a lot of hard contact, it's possible to get in trouble. And that's especially true against a very good offense, which the Cardinals have. They are a great one against lefties with a 130 WRC plus in the active roster, a 44% fly ball rates, low strikeout rates. So if Garrett's facing a more middling offense, I'm not stacking here. You know, the ground ball rates pretty good stuff like that. But against the Cardinals, it's a different discussion. I think you got to be pretty good as a leftie to shut them down. And I'm not sure Garrett's quite there yet. I will take a swipe here at the Cardinals and see if Garrett can get the job done. And I'll put them third behind the Dodgers and the Rangers for tonight. The value play here, we got a Trace Thompson for the Dodgers. We've got Smith for the Rangers. It's one Yep has for the Cardinals. And he'll be a big part of that, whether it's as a stack or as a one off to get you one more value play to get to more high salary Dodgers or at least Garcia. Yep has his $2,400. He is eligible at first base in outfield. He went deep twice last night. Now, three home runs the past two games. And that's not a surprise because he showed a lot of power in AAA.  So if you need help squeezing in some of the key Dodgers or squeezing in at least Garcia on the Rangers or just getting to those guys while using Wheeler or Rodan, Yep has a pretty good one off. So Smith, Thompson, Yep has, I think between those three guys, you've got enough salary flexibility to stack the Dodgers and use Rodan or Wheeler, despite their high salaries. I think you can make that work for tonight. So as a pure one off, I think Yep has is my favorite. It's between him and Thompson, but pretty close. I think that Yep has really good option for today, but probably Thompson because the course of fact, but Yep has very close second and they're both above Smith for me in terms of pure one offs for tonight. Things to watch on this Tuesday slate. I do think there is some reason to consider Brandon Woodruff in tournaments. He's coming off the IL. So the pitch count here could be a little bit wonky, but he went 51 and 74 pitches in his two rehab starts. So I think he could go 90 or so tonight. That'd be a pretty good number for him. Woodruff was electric in those two rehab starts. It was really good. So the numbness in his fingers, to me at least, is less concerning now given how well he pitched there. It seemed like he had a good feel for his pitches in those two starts. I'm not going to do it a ton with Woodruff, especially because I do like Gray, but all of some shares. I think that he showed me enough pitch counts high enough to at least consider him for tonight. Chase Silseth is coming back up for the Angels to start tonight. Great numbers in triple I, both in his first and his second stint, but really did struggle his first time in the majors. Lot of hard contact, not enough strikeouts. I'm not totally sold that four start sample forward. Silseth is what we should expect going forward, but I will have some White Sox stacked tonight to see what he's got. I think that we can definitely justify that for sure. And I also don't mind stacking the other side of that game with the Angels and tournaments specifically. Johnny Cueto, really high sour for DFS, $9600. So I'm not typically stacking there, but his velocity has been low for his past five starts. And he's led up a lot of fly balls and a lot of hard contact. I'm not sure if the Angels will connect here, but Angels offense is pretty good. And I don't think they'll be super popular for tonight. So I wouldn't mind the Angels for sure as a route to go for DFS. If you want to DVM a 14 game slates, you know, especially if people are going towards a couple offenses in general, don't mind the Angels as a differentiation play for stacking for tonight. Okay, let's finish up with our Dinger calls for today. I'm going to go with Adelisa Garcia as the boring one. Mentioned easily the hard contact and fly balls he's led up. It's a really rough profile in terms of trying to project homers going forward. Had some success here last week with Jerry Walsh against him. So I'll go with Adelisa Garcia as the boring homerun call for tonight. The fun one is kind of cheating since that course field, but it's Trace Thompson.  We don't traditionally think of Thompson as being a big power guy outside of that one spurty ad back in 2016. But you know, I'm fine with it. I think that he's at least interesting enough to give him a shot here. So I'll trust the numbers he put up in the minor leagues earlier on this year. Trust the power he's shown at times and I'll make him a fun one. It's that course field says cheating, but hey, you know, as always, my podcast, my rules of the homerun calls for tonight. Adelisa Garcia and Trace Thompson. That is all that we have here for today on the solo shot. Again, it's painful to go back to the Dodgers, but I do think it's the right play for tonight. And hopefully, you know, other teams can help make it more fun for you. If you are like me, you don't get the trauma of last night, but we'll see how things go in the bounce back for today. Once again, our PGA podcast for the John Deere classic coming up later on today. It's a 10 a.m. on the Fandal YouTube page and up on the Number Fire Daily Fantasy podcast feed after we're done recording. So subscribe to the YouTube page where these podcasts are posted after the fact for the solo shot and PGA podcast recorded live each and every week. 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And let me just, let me, let me say a little bit about Candace, I'll talk about Israel in a minute, but let's, let's talk about Candace because it's relevant for this. I mean, I never liked Candace. People always, oh, she's the star of the conservative movement. She's so amazing. And yeah, being a black female and being willing to say some of the things she's been willing to say about racism in America and about the left, yeah, it was all refreshing. But they never creamed across as intelligent, well-founded, well-grounded. And now, I mean, she's just, she's just lost it. She's become a mouthpiece for Putin. Here's one of her tweets on March 17th, two days ago, yeah, two days ago. And Zelensky is a very bad character who is working with globalists against the interests of his own people. I will not move one inch away from that assessment ever, no matter how flowery the media depictions of him are. She will never move away from this assessment, no matter what the evidence is. No matter what anybody says, how does, how does she know that Zelensky is a very bad character? No evidence is given, no evidence is suggested, no sources are cited.  And who are these globalists and what is their agenda? What are they trying to achieve? And how does anything that he did justify a war of aggression by the Russians and the killing of thousands of people in their homes? Nothing, no, she's not suggesting anything. She's completely lost it. And this is not ignorance, I think Candace Owen is ignorance. I think she's always been ignorant. So one thing that's always kind of beat at the back of my mind, she doesn't really know what she's talking about. She miles certain things, the talking points of the, of the new right. Originally, I think she would basically the talking points of Charlie Koch, the head of Turning Point. And then I think she outgrew Charlie. She got bigger than Charlie.  Later that same day, she says war is a government money laundering operations from taxpayers. The job of the media is to make the taxpayer agree to war through aggressive emotional propaganda. People like me, Russell Brand and Tucker Carlson are enemies of the military industrial complex. Is that the Russian military industrial complex? Cause as far as I know, the United States has not gone yet to war and probably will not go. But Russia has awards, government run money laundering operations from taxpayers. Is that true of Russia as well as it is of the United States? Or is that just true of people you don't like or is that just true of the American government?  I don't think they object much to other people slaughtering each other, but American wars, America is always, always evil. Tucker and Candace are not anti-war. They're anti-America. They're anti-American wars. They have no problem in Russia invading Ukraine. Suddenly Candace doesn't. Yesterday, I think it was yesterday, she tweeted, Ukraine wasn't a thing until 1989. Now the ignorance here is on multiple levels. 1989 is the day that Berlin Wall fell, but really the Soviet Union wasn't dismantled until 1991, which I think is what she means. But that is a level of ignorance that is interesting. Ukraine indeed was independent, pre-takeover by the Soviets. It was within the Soviet Union kind of a semi-autonomous zone. Why did Lenin and Stalin even allow for that if Ukraine wasn't a thing? Before the Russian Empire, Ukraine had an empire. It basically controlled most of Eastern Europe. There was a period 1,000 years ago. Ukraine's been a thing for a long time. Kiev, indeed, is a much more significant city than in, if you go back 1,000 years, then Moscow. I mean, Ukraine wasn't a thing, just looking at Wikipedia, Candace. But again, she will do anything to undermine Ukraine and to elevate Putin. And that's what's interesting about this. Why? Why is she doing this? What is it about Putin that they love so much? Well, to some extent, it's what people loved. Many Germans loved about Hitler, even when they denied they love Hitler. But what they loved about Hitler is that he was anti-left. What they loved about Hitler is that he hated the communists. What they loved about Hitler was his nationalism and his so-called, quote, patriotism. What they loved about Hitler was his muscles that he was willing to flex them. And now Hitler was a little weakling, but he had muscle people around him. Putin looks buff. But what they love is their adoration of force, their adoration of muscle. Their willingness to use it. They deny that they support their positive agenda. In the case of Hitler, you all know their agenda. In the case of Putin, whether it's, you know, it's unclear what his agenda is, but primarily Russian nationalism. What they really love is this, and they say this, you know, Tchaikovsky said, well, you know, Putin doesn't advocate for critical race theory. He doesn't advocate for, you know, he doesn't try to educate our kids. He would, if he took over the United States, not that I'm saying he will, but or that he wants to. But what they love is his anti-leftist strategy. What they love is his nationalism. What they love is. Again, his muscle and they loved the invasion. Why did they love the invasion? Because he stuck it to the West. The West today in the minds of the Candace Owens of the world. It's a symbol of globalism is the symbol of liberalism. It's the symbol of the left and anything that attacks the West, anything that attacks the United States, particularly under Democrat administration, anything that attacks Western Europe is good. I've been telling you this for a long time that once you place the left as your only target, you will hand over power to evil men. You will end up supporting evil causes. We do not share an agenda with Candace Owens. I do not. And he may be some of you do. She is not my ally in any battle, in any fight.  She and the whole, you know, the Tucker Carlson's and ultimately the Donald Trump's of the world. Yes, they sound good when they attack the left, maybe, but their attacks are meaningless. When they, their ultimate ideas. But just as bad in a sense of what they will do to this country. They are not allies. They are not our friends. We should nothing in common, nothing. We should stay away from those far as possible. Candace was also a big vaccine expert. She was anti-vax. She declared, if you remember, I mentioned this on one of my shows, that Big Pharma was the biggest evil in the world. I think now she thinks Ukraine is the biggest evil in the world.  I don't know, but it certainly not. But she used to think it was Big Pharma. Big Pharma. Candace doesn't own the left. She doesn't own the right.  She vades reality. She ignores the facts and her arguments against the left are weak because she has nothing positive to offer, except the bromides, old bromides. Nationalism and xenophobia and the love of Putin. Putin, a thug. Nothing but a thug, a KGB thug. But that's what the right is about today. That's what the collectivist right is about. All right. So, you know, that's my little spiel. She's just horrible. I mean, really is horrible. And this is the queen of the queen of the right. Thank you for your appropriate contribution on any one of those channels. Also, if you'd like to see the Iran Book Show grow, please consider sharing our content and of course, subscribe. Press that little bell button right down there on YouTube so that you get an announcement when we go live. And for those of you who are already subscribers and those of you who are already supporters of the show, thank you. I very much appreciate it.


The man driving the Grand Rapids school bus that crashed and injured a dozen students last month near Langby has been sighted in connection with the crash. Sergeant Jesse Grabo tells the Grand Forks Herald, 57-year-old Stephen David Charnley apparently fell asleep at the wheel. Charnley was sighted with duty to drive with due care. 22 Grand Rapids high school students were on the bus headed to Crookston for a field trip when it went into a ditch around 8 20 a.m. May 7th on Highway 2. Twelve students along with Charnley and Grand Rapids teacher Eric Northard were injured in the crash but no one suffered serious injuries.


So sexual physical attraction is immensely important in general and in specific to romantic love You should take no shame in valuing physical sexual attraction points very very highly Sexual attraction. This is a little bit of a separate point It cannot sustain Romantic love in itself, but it's a requirement. You can't to go without it is You're on thin ice. I mean to have a long term relationship with someone that you're not deeply and consistently physically attracted to it's You're skating on thin ice and you're setting yourself up to really Run uphill for years to come and just make things harder on yourself so It is important. It's a requirement. I even have like kind of an analogy here some reference to a nutrition Sexual physical attraction is a once the equivalent of both outstanding taste. So you enjoy it very much But it's also an important nutrient. It's something that if you go without it Over time it will catch up to you. Just like vitamins and minerals You don't even for the next month, but two months from now.  I think myth number five Sex is negative bad and shameful There's first point kind of brings us into the foresight earned focus I'm skeptical in general, but if Pornography is immoral it is so because sex is so good not because it's so bad Which is what you've been told Knowingly or unknownly your entire life from society and from religious institutions in particular Pornography is sex is bad. So if you film it, that's also bad in itself. Just because sex is bad Which I think is this horrible. That's like the most One of the most destructive idea is you can hold in life That sex is something you should be ashamed of that it's bad that it's evil that it should be in a dark room with Not that it can't be private. That's a good thing usually To make it more enjoyable but the idea that it's something that it said it should be a taboo and locked away and just Bad that's really really bad and in particular. It's very destructive. I think for romantic love to actually have that deep down In your subconscious like an idea you have kind of floating around that's destructive To the contrary sex is a celebration of self of life and of reality Which is the exact opposite of something that's evil and bad by definition Something that I inferred from the book as well as the psychology romantic love and elsewhere is That sex in romantic love is the meeting the meeting of self-respect and I'm raising for another human being So something that's that's great Fundamentally deeply definitively across the board. It's not evil. It's not bad should not be ashamed of it You should not be ashamed for wanting it all the time as much as much as you want indulging yourself and trying new things A couple quotes that I really like from the book. I'll read them to you in case you can't This one's directly from Nathaniel Brandon Sex is the assertion that your partner is a source of joy to you This is true in romantic love as it is true in general with someone you've just met recently But it's even more true in the relationship another quote. I liked a lot The bed is like a metaphysical arena in which we play out the basic drama of our existence This is something that when I read it I Shut up pretty quick That was one of the true statements. I'd ever read and I've definitely lived that in my own life That has been my experiences have confirmed that Holy and across the board Myth number six love is self-less as opposed to selfish and when I say selfish We don't need to get into it in there, but I'll get into it here When I say selfish, I don't mean petty selfishness I don't mean lying cheating stealing self-destructive behavior I mean it like you're on Brooks said this convention just a few months ago in Texas and in London Rational self-interest Just like as Nathaniel says your next breath of air is selfish.    You enjoy these things But the rationally selfish you're not selfish. You're not hurting people when you breathe You're not hurting people generally when you eat. Let's see rob them and Drink and enjoy life and meet women and so on the selfishness in Rational self-interest the best sense possible Not what you've been told about selfishness as far as it being lying cheating and stealing which in my opinion is not selfish But self-destructive and it was obviously destructive to the people around you So one of the greatest aspects of mature romantic love is that your self-interest Your selfishness Grows to deeply encompass another human being That is a almost a direct quote from the book and I agree with that deeply if you're in a committed relationship that you care very much about well, if you value Your partner very much You're interested in life How much you care you care about I mean this scene in movies. It's not sometimes it's not too bad But you care about the other person Almost as much or as much or maybe even more than you care about yourself So it's it becomes something where You're interested in life. I mean she is just on every level with you, which is something that's really rare and really powerful As far as selfishness and being selfish and self-less As far as the myth goes You should not only bring your best self to the table in a romantic relationship I think it will be absolutely necessary in the long term So when someone says that love is in any sense self-less This is just by definition false You really need to bring yourself to the table the best self possible The self that you have developed that you have created that you have authored in your own life There's no way around it Nor would you want to avoid that in any capacity Finally To choose a woman out of billions and assert the fact that she is of particular and immense importance to you Is one of the most rationally selfish acts you can take in life When you choose a woman to be in a relationship with of any degree of any caliber You're declaring that she is more important and she's of greater value and importance to you Than all the other ones No matter how many you've met whether it's 10 or a thousand or a million So this is Just the act itself Of being in a relationship and of choosing her and of judging that She is of great value to you and she shares your values in life And you want her to be a part of your life to a great capacity This is just selfish in itself. You want that and it's a good thing. It's not Selfish in the self-destructive sense, obviously


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