There just aren't many shows like this. Listen, and you will know why. Total immersion recommended. Do not operate heavy farm machinery at speeds in excess of 70 miles per hour while listening to this program.

The Show galumphs clumsily and pirouettes delicately for all 8 "listeners." Technical mastery is achieved tenuously in an alchemically derived succotash of warmed-over SubGenius dogma...

Ask Dr. Hal! toddles down the pike again with the same old prodigies and miracles, although poltergeists make up the principal part of spontaneous material manifestation.

Dr. Hal extracts something of use from his deep dark well of human kindness.... but that's not what his doctor calls it.

A simple atomic nucleus, under the proper circumstances, just might reveal properties associated with the mysterious phenomenon known as time reversal-- and ultimately lead to an explanation for one of the greatest mysteries of physics: the imbalance of matter and antimatter in the universe.

Now they accuse us of "flip-flopping" our policies and opinions? Pure spin and taradiddle-- hogwash indeed. As Sir Thomas Browne has said, "I could never divide myself from any man upon the difference of an opinion, or be angry with his judgement for not agreeing with me in that, from which perhaps within a few days I should dissent myself." 'Nuff said.

The weight of the evidence is now suggesting that not only did birds not descend from dinosaurs, but that some species now believed to be dinosaurs may have descended from birds.
"We're finally breaking out of the conventional wisdom of the last 20 years, which insisted that birds evolved from dinosaurs and that the debate is all over and done with," John Ruben said in Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences . "This issue isn't resolved at all. There are just too many inconsistencies with the idea that birds had dinosaur ancestors, and this newest study adds to that." We accept calls on this or any subject: (415) 875-9051.

ADDRESS BY OCTAVIO COLEMAN, ESQUIRE
So... do we still think this is a game? What is the difference between a real thing and a fictional thing? What would the difference feel like?
Are you pretending to be here? I’m not. I am present. Right here. And I feel your presence, too.
Or... are we all dreaming?
The Hindus speak of the concept of Maya. The word Maya means the dream story we are all sharing along with the Divine. The whole of the past, including all of history, and the future too -- are contained within that dream story. Everything we think is real, in the Hindu construct, is contained within Maya. Everything.
Perhaps THIS moment is us waking from the dream. Collectively awakening. Ah ha! That feels good.
See, all the time we are participating in a story. Sometimes it’s a factual story, and sometimes it is fiction, Which ever may serve us that moment. Sometimes the "true story" is a lie, or at least doesn’t serve us very well… and we are all NOW awakening from a story that wasn’t working. One that is crumbling from the inside out. You know it, and I know it... OUR STORY NEEDS TO CHANGE… Doesn’t it? …We need a new story. One that is more humane, and more fun. One with a happy ending. Maybe we, here, together, are at the beginning of the new story!
Let’s look more closely. You believed a lot of things about me. Real or imagined, that’s a story that was told. But remember when you walked into the induction center that day, I promised you two things.
One. You will begin to notice the Divine occurring all around you in a thousand miniscule ways.
Two. For those dark horses with the spirit to look up and see, a recondite family awaits.
Look around you. We are that family. And this is only the beginning.
It can have a happy ending…, but let’s focus on a happy beginning! Look at us! We have occupied this universe. -Collectively. Seeds were sown… And nurtured… With Your love and Your energy. Look what we have to show for it. (LOOKS AROUND) It’s amazing!
Now... Lock the doors and release the poisonous gas.
Hahaha. Scared you? Guess what? I get scared too sometimes. Even I didn't know what was going to happen today. Do we ever really know?
It is frightening when you come out on this limb, and come face to face with the unknown. Isn’t it? We live and dance on the edge of the abyss -- always. It takes great heart to feel the fear - and to keep dancing.
We've taken great risks. We are all dancing along the precipice. At the edge of the world. “The cave we fear to enter holds the treasure we seek.”
So I congratulate us, ALL OF US. You. you. and You. You, my son. I recognize how far you have all come, and I honor you.
Eva Bless.
- Octavio Coleman Esquire
April 10, 2011

A property of the deuteron known as a Magnetic Quadrupole Moment-- not unlike a KrOB Moment --could reveal sources of a phenomenon known as time reversal violation. For other revelations, just listen. We accept calls on this or any subject: (415) 875-9051.

IN THE DEEP DISCOVERIE of the Subterranean World, a Shallow Part would satisfy Some Enquirers, who, if two or three Yards bee digged up, would not be content to Rake the Bowells of Potosi, or Regions toward the Center. Nature hath furnished one Part of the Earth, and Man another. The Treasures of Time lie high, scarce below the Roots of some Vegetables.

UP NEAR PETROLIA, CALIFORNIA at a private, annual gathering on a side-trip to the banks of the Mattole River, Dr. H. Owll's heart was split open and destroyed. Dreams and aspirations also combusted in the conflagration of an aspirational friendship. And friend reveals his true colors as enemy. But disasters have survivors, though life ever after is not what it would have been. Memorable are those events which find their only Anodyne in Art, which is the best whatever remains of the personality can take away...

TIME CONTROL is the Yeti Birthright of each and every dyed-in-the-wool SubGenius (we advise not getting any dye in the eyes while pulling that wool over same). "I slew Time," bragged the Iron Duke of Coffin Castle, "and wiped my bloody blade upon his beard, his springs asprawl, his pendulum disintegrating." Color, 3 hrs.

The Mole cloth'd in Velvet, The Ambitious Spider in her sullen Web, the lucky golden Spinner, The Earwig, Arm'd. The Tender Maggot, Emblem of Immortality. The Flea, Louse, Bug, Tape-worm, all the Armies of Disease, Visible or Invisible to the Slothful, vegetating Man.

ENEMY BOMBERS can see a lit cigarette from six miles away at 30,000 feet. Robot satellites can track you by the luminous dial of your watch. Angels and demons can track in on the flickering ectoplasmic light of your soul, however dim.

The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls,
As if that soul were fled. --
So sleeps the pride of former days,
So glory's thrill is o'er,
And hearts, that once beat high for praise,
Now feel that pulse no more.

No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of Tara swells;
The chord alone, that breaks at night,
Its tale of ruin tells.
Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes,
The only throb she gives,
Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To show that still she lives.

EACH YEAR TO CALIFORNIA'S LOST COAST YOU Return to see if it is still as true As when encountered first in sweet delight That Nature's beauties gather in your sight. You will not miss the chance to see them there, And Euclid-like, look upon beauty bare. And one I love there sometimes shows to see And lie down in the sunlight, next to me.

It went around the East Indies, visiting many a fabled Isle, Carrying copra, rice and lumber with proficiency more than style. And they docked at some strange places, in their story, which here we tell On a strictly need-to-know basis, just for you, as you ought to know well.

SING, GODS OF CREATION of star-flesh learning to fly, To take wing on the updrafts above The Earth and its dull concerns, Loosing the chains of weight, to share your plenum thereby; The World of Perfection's shapes anew the mortal realm earns.

OUR ALGORITHM RESPECTS the Indeterminacy Principle. But again, this indeterminacy also means that there are near-infinite bad algorithms, too. The problem of indeterminacy arises when one observes the eventual circularity of virtually every possible definition. It is easy to find loops of definition in any dictionary, because this seems to be the only way that certain concepts, and generally very important ones such as that of existence, can be defined in the English language. A definition is a collection of other words, and in any finite dictionary if one continues to follow the trail of words in search of the precise meaning of any given term, one will inevitably encounter this linguistic indeterminacy. The phenomenon is especially pronounced during long and improvised radio shows or podcasts. Philosophers and scientists generally try to eliminate indeterminate terms from their arguments, since any indeterminate thing is unquantifiable and untestable; similarly, any hypothesis which consists of a statement of the properties of something unquantifiable or indefinable cannot be falsified and thus cannot be said to be supported by evidence that does not falsify it. This is related to Karl Popper's discussions of falsifiability in his works on the Scientific Method. The quantifiability of data collected during an experiment is central to the method, since reliable conclusions can only be drawn from replicable experiments, and since in order to establish observer agreement scientists must be able to quantify experimental evidence. Irreproducible Results-- that's us.

RETURN us all to early states. Yes, not knowing what has come before and maybe will come after reduces us to terror or perhaps to helpless laughter. It's in the lap of all the Gods; that much at least is true. For that's how it appears to us-- how does it look to YOU?