Fireside Folklore with Hades

Send over your dead SMS messages. Hey there, listeners! Hermes here. My uncle is ... well, for lack of a better word, analog. He's still trying to figure out how to use "emotion tags", because grave and somber Lord of the Dead makes the machine scream. While we wait on him, (yes, the script was written and I'm just waiting to be called upon to give you those Fun Facts), you get to hear me saying hello to you at the biggest food fight in the world. Yup! The La Tomatina festival is the ...

Send over your dead SMS messages. Pssst, listeners! Hermes here. Since Uncle H is still holed up writing this podcast's script, I called in a favor from my old man. Here's a teaser of the next episode. Don't look at me! I'm the God Of Commerce. What can I say? Now, for those of you thinking that Uncle H made an oath ... I hate to be the bearer of bad news but he said "I shall endeavour to ..." which usually means: "I am the Lord of the Dead and I shall find time in my very busy schedule liste...

Send over your dead SMS messages. Hello everyone! My husband has become a bureaucratic nightmare. He says that the podcast must start following the Orpheus Protocol, and to keep Hermes from paying hefty fines, I would have to adhere to it going forward. I have no idea how anybody's expected to actually make the recipe if we do that, but if it keeps my half-brother out of having to pay off one of his debts accruing my husband's incredibly unforgiving interest rates, then it looks like I'...

Send over your dead SMS messages. Greetings, listeners! Hermes here! Yes, I said Hermes! I'm here to tell you all that I quit! Yes, I was keeping this podcast running ... sort of ... until I could teach my uncle how to use the Internet, a microphone, and the podcasting host. Now? I'm a traveling god. As a traveling god who has things to do and places to be, I'm hading this thing off to the one god who always stays. Yes, the Lord of the Dead himself! Listen as I complain about having to manage...

Send over your dead SMS messages. Greetings, listeners. It's been some time since we've convened on this feed. The production of that Jewish folktale we had intended to produce has been difficult. The anger has been immense, and so has the grief. So, rather than force something, we wrote a song in response to the "ceasefire" that was, at its core, political theater orchestrated by the West. Three versions. Three singers. The same haunting lyrics as interpreted by Ares, Persephone, and myself....