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We welcome back to Father Malone's weekly round up. I'm Father Malone and with me as always is my co Miss Ripley Jeans say had to rip, all right, this episode is kind of is gonna kind of be a weird one. I apologize in advance if you want to skip it and wait for Friday or even next Mondays, I will totally understand.
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The weekend was very tumultuous, very kind of got away from me, and I will explain it. But like I said, if you're not interested in, I don't blame you for dipping out. Honestly, I didn't have a ton of time to devote myself to actually sitting down and writing out full reviews of anything this weekend. As I said, we got Ripley Geen, here's my constant co host. And I've made reference to our producer, Miss Foxy Brown Foxy as my cat. She is a Manx cat. You don't know them.
They look like tabby cats with stubby tails. And a fun fact about Manx is they don't meow. They trill. It's just like a very light trilling sound where they click when they're unimpressed, So they don't really have a voice. This past Friday, I woke up around two am, and that's not unusual for me. I've never really gotten much sleep four hours. It's about my normal five hours as Oh, what a luxury. But anyway, so I'm usually up around two, which means around two thirty or so, it's time to
feed everybody in the house. That's Foxy and Ripley. This past winter, Ripley has decided that sleeping in is actually more important than food, which is rare in a dog, but not so for Foxy. Foxy will insist on me getting up and feeding her, even if Ripley stays in bed. So anyway, it was a little bit unusual that she didn't show up on Friday morning, a Friday which had
all the potential of being a great day. I actually got some really good news about the show that you're currently listening to, such good news that I can't even speak about it yet. That's pretty cool. And it was Friday, so the whole weekend was laid out in front of me, and my Friday evening was going to consist of watching the two movies that I intended to review for the show here. But when I got home from work on Friday,
still no sign of miss Foxy Brown. I scoured the house, not here, scoured the garage, not there, scoured in the backyard, not there. Now. Foxy is an indoor cat, always has been. She was found on the street. She is an adoption, but has mainly lived her entire life indoors because she's a real scaredy cat. She very infrequently ventures outdoors. This is what a scaredy cat she is. She's terrified of ceiling fans, anything hanging from the ceiling, but ceiling fans
in particular. I don't know why she thinks they're coming to get her, but she's convinced that they are. So anytime she's gone outside, it's not been more than a few feet from the house, and she's always right back in immediately. So the thought of her being outside and her und was kind of terrifying. I did all the usual things. I put out the water and the food, and litter box and clothing for her to smell to
find her way back. And I scoured the neighborhood, and I knocked on doors and looked in backyards, all to no avail. Now there is a shed in the backyard which she may have been in Foxy is after only a master at hiding in plain sights sometimes, so I figured she was either there or she was out of the yard, and if she was out of the yard, she was lost forever. So solding out hopes that he was in that shed. But try as I might, I could not find her in the goddamn shed. So Friday
became Saturday, and still no sign of her. Canvas to the neighborhood again, signed up for all the online neighborhood Lost Pet things you can possibly imagine, talked to all these different people who, well, we're all very very helpful, but no cat, including outside, including in the backyard, including in the shed. And as you can imagine, I haven't really been focused on watching the new things or giving
it my proper attention. I did want to apologize for that, and so last night, around three in the morning, I figured I would in fact go ahead and record the show. So I did put on one of the one of the movies I had intended to watch, and somewhere around the ten minute mark, heard a weird clicking sound and I rewound the film to see if it was on the soundtrack, and it was not, And then I looked at the foot of the bed and Fox he was
just fucking standing there, just like nothing fucking happened. So near as I can tell, Ripley chased her out. I didn't notice when I closed up shop because she never stays out, and anyway, I'm happy to have her home, and I'm pretty much going to spend the rest of the day just holding her even though she fucking hates it, and taking a nap. I guess, as you can imagine, I've had about no sleep for you know, forty eight hours,
so you'll forgive me this week, gang, oh boy. I was gonna try and power through some one off recommendations, but I just don't even have that in me. I am so sorry. Everybody. Please check in again on Friday or next Monday. Like I said, I'm not gonna give you the Patreon thing. Nobody needs to pay for a show like this. But I guess we'll leave you with a little quote from something or other. I don't even know what it is yet. I'm just gonna drop it in here and then drop this episode out and then
go to bed. So, actually, you know what, and Dora in season two is premiering on my birthday this year. So I'm gonna leave you with a speech from the first season of And and Door. It's oh so current. And what do you sacrifice?
Calm, kindness, kinship, love. I've given up wall chance at inner peace. I made my mind a sunless space. I share my dreems with ghosts. I wake up every day to an equation I wrote fifteen years ago, from which there's only one conclusion. I'm damned for what I do. My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight. They set me on a path from which
there's no escape. I yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost, And by the time I look down, there's no longer any ground beneath my feet. What is my sacrifice? I'm condemned to use the tools of my enemy to defeat them. I burn my decency for someone else's future. I burn my life to make a sunrise that I know I'll never see the eagle that's started this fight. We'll never have a mirror, or an audience, or the light of gratitude. So what do I sacrifice? Everything