RADIO VALENCIA will soon close its doors at its present location in the famed El Dorado Building, evicted in favor of a more high-paying tenant-- a Karate studio. Hii-Yah! In the beginning of Twenty-ought Eighteen, we'll be setting up our new digs in a far more low-rent spot, replacing comfortable luxury with gritty, urban necessity. O Tempora, O Mores! It may take a bit before we can actually put out any new shows from The Hub (our new pad, Dad). At least by that time we should have finished our chapter-by-chapter reading of James Thurber's novel of enchantment and frozen Time, THE 13 CLOCKS. We just presented Chapter Seven! Prince Zorn of Zorna battles the army of the cold Duke's dreaded Guards, including Krang, the strongest. Meanwhile, the Princess Saralinda, with the aid of the Golux, actually manages to start some of the frozen clocks. One more chapter-- and the Epilogue-- remain. We'll just get it done before the chaos and interruption begin. Well, here you go-- FIVE HOURS of natter and palaver, featuring Dr. H. Owll, KrOB and Puzzling Evidence. Download these last shows; they're going fast! Also featuring the poetry of Clark Ashton Smith and others. Special added attraction: Dr. H. Owll sings the ENTIRE Butternut Bread song! Wow, Gang!

INSIDE, within the most civilized and urbane exterior, one may expect to find that unbridled, chimpanzee-like egotism and rage, capable of malice and violence, all forms of destructiveness. This is what we on the Show seek to banish. We are a philosophical symposium of peaceable Enlightenment, to which no subject is considered too "sensitive." Our Listeners know this, or seem to. Still, without conflict, where can there be any interest? --one may wonder. Well, Sir or Madam, the WHOLE MEGILLA is in conflict with the aims and power of the Conspiracy. But we (and the entire Church of the SubGenius) shall prevail, as we have long anticipated and expected. Three hundred minutes, if you have the time, featuring Dr. H. Owll, Michael Peppe, Jett, Puzzling Evidence (silent though present) and KrOB. Lively was the Chatterbox during this lengthy outing.

SHE WAS A GORDIAN SHAPE of dazzling hue, Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue; Striped like a zebra, freckled like a pard, Eyed like a peacock, and all crimson barr’d; And full of silver moons, that, as she breathed, Dissolv’d, or brighter shone, or interwreathed Their lustres with the gloomier tapestries— So rainbow-sided, touch’d with miseries, She seem’d, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon’s mistress, or the demon’s self. Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire Sprinkled with stars, like Ariadne’s tiar: Her head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet! She had a woman’s mouth with all its pearls complete: And for her eyes: what could such eyes do there, But weep, and weep, that they were born so fair? --As Proserpine still weeps for her Sicilian air. Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake Came, as through bubbling honey, for Love’s sake, And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay, Like a stoop’d falcon ere he takes his prey. Three hundred minutes with Jett, Michael Peppe and Puzzling Evidence, in the soon-to-vanish Radio Valencia Redoubt.

JETT AND PUZZLING EVIDENCE were present, though the latter was infrequently heard owing to the scarcity of usable microphones. And we hashed it all out. We chewed the fat. We kicked the old can around. We spun some yarn. We burnished some legends. Well, it was pharmaceutically augmented. Just the thing for such a fling. Note the extra hour.

STUDIO GUEST MICHAEL PEPPE and a mostly silent Puzzling Evidence (they had only one working microphone between them) yak, palaver, hob-nob and otherwise confer as they look into the Deep Abysm of Time. With a special added extra hour, bringing it all to four hrs. in toto. More of THE THIRTEEN CLOCKS, more poetry of Dylan Thomas. Excerpted: SubGenius Movie confab with Night of Slack Nurse Kelly. Apocalyptic musings. With the Buffalo Bill Circus Orchestra and the T. J. Breckenridge Wild West Show Extravaganza...

RIGHT REVEREND MOTHER DOKTOR MILLER, our Special Guest for this episode, joins with Puzzling Evidence and Dr. H.Owll for a thorough treatment of significant issues, while, ordained by the Gods, beautiful music is heard. Don't expect to hear the National Anthem at the end-- we never played it. The whole thing is some four hours long, all you dementedly devoted fans. Hallelujahgobble!

THE SUBGENIUS MOVIE is under way-- look for it to appear in 2019. And we do discuss it, Puzzling Evidence, Nurse Kelly (from the original Night of Slack!) and Yrs. Truly. Oh, how we travel up strange byways. This episode is of special interest to Those Etherettes and Rocket Rookies who lust to hear what goes on Behind the Curtain, in... the Inner, Inner Ring. Three (3) hours, with NO concluding Anthem. Just SubGenius palaver. NEXT WEEK: Rev. Dr. Mother Miller, amid a bevy of stars!

SLAVE SHIPS OF SATURN. METAL MURDERERS OF MARS. Vampire Vagrants of Venus. Skeleton Men of Jupiter. Actually, in the latter case, they APPEAR to be skeletons, but actually are not. As mentioned on this broad (Pod) -cast, they DO have bodies, but these are more or less transparent-- sometimes you can see, when looking at the Morgors (their name for themselves) a cloudy form, including, when you look closer, half-digested food in the intestines... Ick! Eeww! Perhaps you wouldn't want to look closer. Anyway, they (Jovian Skeleton Men) are, from all known accounts, an obnoxious, racially egocentric, aggressive and fractious bunch, not really worth getting to know. Also Featuring: Jett. With the poetry of Clark Ashton Smith (1893 – 1961) and Dylan Thomas (1914 – 1953). For hours! (4 hours).

FLASH-THAWED BY AN ATOMIC EXPLOSION, a giant Mesozoic reptile returns. With Jett, Spy (and KrOB, silent but in attendance), and Dr. H. Owll, still battling the Croaking Syndrome of long duration. Deep Time, anyone?

STILL STRICKEN after more than two weeks, Dr. H. Owll manages no more than a pathetic croak, with both the upper and lower registers missing. Thank Gobbs that the faithful three, Jett, Michael Peppe and KrOB were on hand to do some of the heavy lifting. But enough is enough. Prayers to Aesculapius, solicited, arise with the smoke from beneath the tripod of the Pythoness. All that being considered, perhaps not so bad.

A GARRULOUS ENTRY in this Series, in which Dr. H. Owll, plied with Liquor and various Potations by his well-meaning Friends, speaks at length, and all too indiscreetly, about various Poets and Personages, living and dead. Abandoning Discretion as the Pod-cast moves through the allotted Hours, he spreads his unsolicited Opinions. Present were KrOB Sabrepop, Jett and Puzzling Evidence. It is perhaps of Interest to note here that "Dr. Howll" was not, during these Proceedings, a Well Man. Nay, he did suffer encroaching Laryngitis, and the Listener may care to compare his Voice at the start with its Croak at the Finish.

BACK FROM SANDSTORMS AND THE SWIRLING DUST of the super-heated Desert, Dr. Hal diverts himself with the great voices of John Milton and Clark Ashton Smith. Then Jett and roistering Michael Peppe return things to their usual state. KrOB heavily contributes... until the Anthem is played...

HAVING ONLY RECENTLY RETURNED FROM HIS WANDERINGS, Dr. H. Owll now must depart again, and start again his gondola. This potential download-- please go ahead --documents the evening when the familiar, long-suffering group met for his last show until Friday, the Eighth of September. Present and accounted for: KrOB, Puzzling Evidence, Michael Peppe... but no Jett! Presumably caught in a holding pattern, the multi-talented Kaiju expert was unable to make a landing. For now, until Dr. H's reappearance in these latitudes, a LIVE Krewe will carry on right in this space, to provide the faithful with necessary entertainment and enlightenment. With Special Mystery Guests-- a certain mystery at the present time. Enjoy the Podcast while Dr. H. Owll sweats and struggles in the burning sun and lifeless, unforgiving waste.

AFTER RETURNING AT LAST from X-Day and later travels, Dr. H. Owll was gratified to have a veritable Symposium (and that's the best kind) of towering intellects as voluble guests. One more of these, and then he makes the next arduous trip-- this one to the fabled Black Rock Desert. But the Show this time boasts a Smorgasbord of philosophic sages. We counted among these Jett, Rusty Rebar (avec fetching companion Lisbet), Sebastian Melmoth (yes, him) about to set forth on more Wanderings, Michael Peppe, KrOB the Unbelievable (couldn't get Varan on short notice) and Ralph Fielding Snell. A brief vision of Puzzling Evidence was apparently hallucinatory. Settle back and hear them go at it!

THE PUNDITOCRACY OF ASK DR. HAL! go at it hammer and tongs. Weighty items from the Current Events of the day are discussed and evaluated. Much breath is spent, many words rapidly articulated. Some listeners may have trouble distinguishing cynicism from sarcasm, sophistry from advanced theoretical speculation. When it all winds down, the jaws cease clattering. Dr. H. Owll himself will re-appear next week...

LIBELLULA, OH, LIBELLULA. De lovely Libellula! Watch her soar, watch some more, for all the good 'twill do ya. And hear the sound come reach the ground, that sound that goes right through ya. It's a genus of dragonflies, commonly called skimmers, in the family Libellulidae, distributed throughout the temperate zone of the Northern Hemisphere. And it's also a most unusual aircraft, seen here. See and hear Puzzling Evidence and the Krewe as they produce Synasthetic images through the pure Power of Suggestion.

THE WEIRD INSECTS THAT APPEARED last year at the Burning Man Arts Festival near Gerlach, Nevada, heretofore scientifically unknown, have recently yielded insight into the Transposon, a segment of DNA that can replicate itself and move around to different positions within the genome. These Transposons can cause mutations, change the amount of DNA in the cell and dramatically influence the structure and function of the genomes where they reside. Since these "bugs" (not all Hemipterans) frequently feed on humans, it is conceivable that bugs and humans may have exchanged DNA through the mechanism just uncovered. Detecting recent transfers to humans would require examining people that have been exposed to the bugs for thousands of years, such as Native American populations. Anyone who has been to the area is automatically a perfect subject for observation and experimentation. Yes, data on the insect and the snail provide strong, if still puzzling evidence, for the previously hypothesized role of host-parasite interactions in facilitating horizontal transfer of genetic material. Additionally, the large amount of DNA generated by the horizontally transferred Transposons, in all their glory, supports the idea that the exchange of genetic material between hosts and parasites influences their genomic evolution.

THE KREWE GO QUITE INFORMAL on this occasion, to gain lasting fame when it will be said they boldly, defiantly broke away from the classical view that "art" should obey established conventions and seek to achieve timelessness. The Podcast was rejected by the so-called "Hipsters, Techies" or "Yuccies" as "triggering" intangible feelings of being disapproved of. The rejection was occasioned not so much by the female nude Cabaret performer (depicted), a well-known, oft-limned singer-dancer in Hollywood film shorts (in this particular case in no shorts)-- a classical subject --as by her presence in a modern setting, accompanied by bumptious, grinning, bourgeois m-e-n.

Yet the Show only pays tribute to Radio Valencia's artistic heritage, borrowing our subject from The Pastoral Concert - a painting by Titian attributed at the time to Giorgione (now in the Louvre) - and taking his inspiration for the composition of the central group from the Marcantonio Raimondi engraving after Raphael's Judgement of Paris, in the mode of Dave Fleischer. Let us know what YOU think.

THE LOYAL FANS "tuned in" in droves (like cattle) to see how the Krewe performed on a rudderless ship. They found that all did nobly. Without that pedantic Dr. H. Owll around, this thing's a hell of a lot of fun! No animals were harmed, or renegade large spiders squashed, at any time during this episode. What you hear to the contrary are simply sound effects. Masterfully engineered, ultra-realistic sound effects...

X-DAY IS A TRADITIONAL PART of the Church of the SubGenius, a religion formed as a parody of cults and extreme religious groups, and that sect's Sacred Books, VHS tapes, comic books, recordings, DVDs, Cassettes, CDs, various pamphlets and claims. X-Day fell, falls or is to fall on July 5, 1998, the scheduled "End of the World", and has been celebrated on July 5 each year since then. [But major changes are afoot.] From its inception in 1980, the Church has prophesied that an army of Alien invaders (known as the "X-ists" or "Space Babes From Planet X") will land on the planet Earth and destroy the non-Sub-G world of "Normals", "Pinks", and "Glorps," while the Members of the Church of the SubGenius shall be rescued by the Aliens and taken away into space. Argument within the Church presently rages over whether or not "the real 1998" has, in fact, actually taken place...