Greetings, fellow listeners. I just found out this morning that my grandpa was having an operation on his back and it got me very nervous learning about it. To settle myself, I mellow out to the best of The Beatles whilst praying for my grandpa.

Greetings, fellow listeners. I give a rapid-fire update on my new upcoming cinema-centered podcast, express my enthusiasm for my ever so multi-talented friend Jordyn's podcast appearance which is around the corner, get giddy over preparing to catch my all-time favorite rock group live, and honoring the legendary Sir Paul McCartney's 81st birthday (June 18, 1942) early with my rendition of his sparky hit which is also the title of the 1973 James Bond classic "Live and Let Die".

Fellow listeners, a major announcement is brought to you out of nowhere: Happy birthday to my astounding mom, Rosa Maria. Born on this day (June 8) as the daughter to my wonderful grandparents and sacrificial loving mother to me and my sister from my ass-pain dad for thirty years. Hear me shower her in affection with three awesome renditions of the loudest and sweetest. Hear my words, children: LOVE YOUR MOM. Also within this drop, I am officially starting a new podcast. It's basically me and whoever I invite on to dive deep into whichever work of cinema we have a common cutch for in the duration of 45-120 minutes. Coming to a podcast platform near you on June 26.

Greetings, fellow listeners. Welcome to the month of June. It's crazy to imagine how fast time flies and how quickly things in the world change for the "Meh". But other than that, what other way to start off the sunshiny sixth month than for you to feast your ears to the sound of Mariano Oliver returning for a fourth time to chow down on a platter of mouth-watering beef stroganoff conjured up by my culinary sorceress mom, whom aside from my dad is present alongside us for this gourmet get which suddenly turned into an unexpected brainstorm for me to create a new film-based podcast in which I can use all my limitless knowledge of cinema to babble on about with other fellow film fanatics and probably make a profit off of it. This spew show features a double encore with a double dedication: Led Zeppelin masterpiece "Stairway to Heaven" for my brother-in-crime Rene Rivero's 45th birthday today (June 1) and the somber and sweet Springsteen piece "My Father's House" from his masterful melancholic album "Nebraska" to commemorate the 22nd anniversary of the passing of Mariano's father (June 2, 2001).

Ahoy, fella eargoers. A mighty squall be-a brewin' as ye hear me rave on about absolute muck as it always be and then blowin' ya down with lil' known ditty titled "November Rain" from a peculiar people goin' by the name Guns N'Roses.

Fellow listeners, I'm in mourning. Reassure me as I gush out my pain and sorrow over a very great friend of mine who took his own life exactly two weeks ago today and I reminisce on all the the greatness of his nature and the good and wonderful times we had together. Honor his memory with me by tearing up to "It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday" by Boys II Men (Note: If you hear sniffling and stifled crying in the background, please understand).

Greetings, fellow listeners. If you thought I wasn’t up with the times, brace yourselves for what may be the most out-of-touch jib-jab to have taken place. This convo is ear candy to all youse freakin’ Gen Z punk heads because me and my old fart co-host folks try to understand the millennial minds of guests forty-nine through fifty-one: Team Coneheads members Bryan Howard, Caroline Findeisen, and Casey Puett. Topics discussed in the chitchat besides bowling: the trio being completely unfamiliar with the classic SNL sketches which are the names of the teams in their league, living life on the lanes, attempting to befriend equals from my so-called “generation”, trying to understand the popular common trends of this new day and age, finding out whether we have certain common interests or not, and understanding more about Carol’s situation living with the effects of Crohn’s disease.

Guess what, fellow listeners? IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!! I've been living and breathing on this planet for 23 years since May 2, 2000 and I still don't relate with the people of my generation and yet I can miraculously edit the audio of my podcast on the computer. Anyways, I had a marvelous shindig in my backyard with friends and family flooded with Mexican catering and made this episode that's made up of four separate conversations with special guests forty-one through forty-eight: Team More Cowbell, Tim, Austin and Joe, and Robert. Afterwards, I rendition "The Scientist" by Coldplay as my big encore.

Bonjourno, fellow listeners. Polish your auditory canals and wind up your ears because I'm about to STRIKE up a cool conversation with Vince Bouza, Bird Bowl buddy o'mine and fortieth guest of the pod. We go on for whatever time we have dishing on his time served in the Army and transitioning to computer work after resigning, life on the lanes, living nerdy at thirty, recently getting hitched to his sweetheart and plotting out the rest of their lives together.

Greetings, fellow listeners. Feast your ears on what is now officially my all-time favorite jibber jabber of the podcast with somebody who outstandingly fascinates me. Not only is she the pod's thirty-sixth guest, but she's also a real great friend of mine. Jennifer Mendes and I first came together at Tea & Poets nearly two months ago and each of us saw something in the other that sparked a sturdy-going friendship despite her being a first-born millennial. We go on for what's usually the duration of our typical phone calls about how we first met and clicked, her taking on the roles of a full-time employee and all-time mom to two highly intelligent and independent girls, and we dish out on common interests and unfamiliar territories. However, this also happens to be probably the most awkward situation I've ever been placed in because Jen's eldest daughter Ari (Thirty-seven) tags along and my Aunt Mercedes (Thirty-eight) and Uncle Patricio (Thirty-nine) from Mexico joins in the chit-chat and I totally didn't plan on spinning the bottle on either one of them. But what the hell? Such is life.