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Pocket Casts acquired by NPR, other public radio stations, and This American Life
Pocket Casts, widely considered to be one of the best mobile apps for podcast listening, has been acquired by a collective group that includes NPR, WNYC Studios, WBEZ Chicago, and This American Life. "This unprecedented collaboration furthers public radio's leading role as an innovator in audio discovery and distribution, while ensuring the continued support and growth of one of the most popular listening platforms on the market," the companies said in a press release announcing the news. That team of stations and podcast producers are responsible for some of the format's biggest hits like This American Life (duh), Serial, Radiolab, and Planet Money.
Moving forward, Pocket Casts will operate as a joint venture between the new owners. Philip Simpson and Russell Ivanovic, who formed Shifty Jelly (Pocket Cast's developer) in 2008, will have unspecified "leadership roles." The existing staff and development team is staying put. Owen Grover, a veteran of iHeartRadio / Clear Channel, has been named as Pocket Cast's CEO. NPR's apps including NPR One will remain in development.
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(Score: -1, Troll) by Anonymous Coward on Friday May 04 2018, @05:11AM
The man let out a heavy sigh. Having to watch seven children was quite burdensome. If he did not keep a close eye on them and keep them entertained, who knows what sort of trouble they would get themselves into? Because of this, the man, Johnhamson, had to think of a game they could all play together. Then, it hit him; they would play the game that Johnhamson invented himself. "That's the most suitable choice," Johnhamson muttered to himself.
The man gathered the children together and explained the rules. Indeed, no game was more suitable than this for the occasion; it was a game specifically designed for an adult to play with a group of children. The children were on one team, and the adult was on the other team. What's more, the game was educational, so everyone could learn and have fun at the same time. The truth was, it was unlikely that Johnhamson would lose; he had played this game with groups of children thousands of times before, and he had never lost once. The man could be said to be an expert at this. But what were the rules, exactly?
It was simple. The adult male would begin by handcuffing the children's arms and legs so they could not escape. Then, the man would select one of the children and begin violently thrusting his penis in and out of their anus or vagina. During this time, if the child made a sound, the man would use a metal hammer to smash one or more of their bones. However, if the child remained silent for too long, one or more of their bones would also be smashed. If the child became One With Silence, the man was the victor. It was a game without a name, but playing it always brought immense entertainment to Johnhamson. And so, after explaining the rules of the game and setting everything up, the game began!
The man grinned; he was all too confident in his victory. He selected one of the little girls and began mashing his genitals together with hers. She screamed, which meant he needed to bring out the hammer. Smash! Johnhamson had smashed her index finger and thumb. The little girl screamed and cried yet again. Hammer time! Smash! This time, the man had destroyed her ankles. Another bloodcurdling scream. That meant it was Johnhamson's favorite time: Hammer time! Crack! Now several of her ribs were destroyed. The girl coughed up blood, which made a sound; she needed yet another punishment. Hammer time! Hammer time! Hammer time! Hammer time! Hammer time!
The man chortled at the little girl's screams. "Ah, this is too good!" the man said excitedly, as he squirted inside the little girl's nubile womb. Finally, she succumbed to silence. Since he emerged victorious over the girl, the man selected the next child and repeated the same process. One after another, the screaming and crying children became silent. One by one, their motion was snuffed out. After about half an hour, Johnhamson realized that there were no more children left for him to watch over. Yes, the man had won the game yet again; he remained the undefeated champion.
Johnhamson looked around, and was elated by what he saw. All of them understood. All of them had learned. Profound knowledge about men's rights had been etched into the lifeless corpses of these children. A single tear ran down the man's face; he was always delighted to see children who were serious about their educations. "I'm quite a good teacher," the man thought to himself.
The man walked away from the silent children, since he had nothing more to teach them. It was then that he spotted another group of children, which caused him to change the direction that he was walking in. The man walked away from silence, and towards motion. But that motion - that precious, precious motion - would soon come to an end; Johnhamson would make sure of that.