The TrashCast is back, now with more anti government sentiments! Hurray! Join ya boi Caligula as he talks to a veritable rogues' gallery every episode. The guests bring in new fun problems to gripe, grope, and solve at. It's great! There's talk of Skittles, Blood Beasts, Ramadan, Mushroom Leather, and we rag on Stuttering John and Tom Myers! Next episode it'll be two other jobbers. Join us for laughs, giggles, and very little usable information!

The TrashCast is back, now with more anti government sentiments! Hurray! Join ya boi Caligula as he talks to a veritable rogues' gallery every episode. The guests bring in new fun problems to gripe, grope, and solve at. It's great! There's talk of Skittles, Blood Beasts, Ramadan, Mushroom Leather, and we rag on Stuttering John and Tom Myers! Next episode it'll be two other jobbers. Join us for laughs, giggles, and very little usable information!

TrashCast: 001 The TrashBoot

Join hosts Caligula Q. Strawman, K-Slick, Incitatus, Miss Ellanea & others as we review games, watch movies, and talk of everything and nothing. Find all our different shows under The Dada Network header:

• +10 XP: The only video game review cast with a sensible rating system. Join Caligula, K-Slick, Incitatus & others for hilarious and insightful reviews of the next game you're gonna want to play.
• A Conversation with Everyone: Caligula attempts the Sisyphean task of interviewing every person in existence, join him & our guest of the week for their fascinating and often arcane discussions.
• TRASHCAST: Irregular and disjointed tales of intrigue, adventure, and woe! Join our Dada hosts for some touching heart-to-hearts and knock-em-down-drag-em-outs!

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Archival Shows (we don't produce these anymore):
• It's Not Horror: Dada judges whether a movie is truly worthy if the mantle, "horror." These were really fun, hopefully we can do some specials in the future.
• Steaming Garbage: Our old video game review cast.
• The Unwatchables: The only movie review cast with a sensible rating system.

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Introductory 3¶ of "Dada Manifesto 1918," Tristan Tzara

The magic of a word—Dada—which has brought journalists to the gates of a world unforeseen,
is of no importance to us.

To put out a manifesto you must want: ABC
to fulminate against 1, 2, 3
to fly into a rage and sharpen your wings to conquer and disseminate little abcs and big abcs, to sign, shout, swear, to organize prose into a form of absolute and irrefutable evidence, to prove your non plus ultra and maintain that novelty resembles life just as the latest-appearance of some whore proves the essence of God. His existence was previously proved by the accordion, the landscape, the wheedling word. To impose your ABC is a natural thing— hence deplorable. Everybody does it in the form of crystalbluffmadonna, monetary system, pharmaceutical product, or a bare leg advertising the ardent sterile spring. The love of novelty is the cross of sympathy, demonstrates a naive je m'enfoutisme, it is a transitory, positive sign without a cause.
But this need itself is obsolete. In documenting art on the basis of the supreme simplicity: novelty, we are human and true for the sake of amusement, impulsive, vibrant to crucify boredom. At the crossroads of the lights, alert, attentively awaiting the years, in the forest. I write a manifesto and I want nothing, yet 1 say certain things, and in principle I am against manifestoes, as I am also against principles (half-pints to measure the moral value of every phrase too too convenient; approximation was invented by the impressionists). I write this manifesto to show that people can perform contrary actions together while taking one fresh gulp of air; I am against action; for continuous contradiction, for affirmation too, I am neither for nor against and I do not explain because I hate common sense. […]

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Join hosts Caligula Q. Strawman, K-Slick, Incitatus, Miss Ellanea & others as we review games, watch movies, and talk of everything and nothing. Find all our different shows under The Dada Network header: • +10 XP: The only video game review cast with a sensible rating system. Join Caligula, K-Slick, Incitatus & others for hilarious and insightful reviews of the next game you're gonna want to play. • A Conversation with Everyone: Caligula attempts the Sisyphean task of interviewing every person in existence, join him & our guest of the week for their fascinating and often arcane discussions. • TRASHCAST: Irregular and disjointed tales of intrigue, adventure, and woe! Join our Dada hosts for some touching heart-to-hearts and knock-em-down-drag-em-outs! — Archival Shows (we don't produce these anymore): • It's Not Horror: Dada judges whether a movie is truly worthy if the mantle, "horror." These were really fun, hopefully we can do some specials in the future. • Steaming Garbage: Our old video game review cast. • The Unwatchables: The only movie review cast with a sensible rating system. — Introductory 3¶ of "Dada Manifesto 1918," Tristan Tzara The magic of a word—Dada—which has brought journalists to the gates of a world unforeseen, is of no importance to us. To put out a manifesto you must want: ABC to fulminate against 1, 2, 3 to fly into a rage and sharpen your wings to conquer and disseminate little abcs and big abcs, to sign, shout, swear, to organize prose into a form of absolute and irrefutable evidence, to prove your non plus ultra and maintain that novelty resembles life just as the latest-appearance of some whore proves the essence of God. His existence was previously proved by the accordion, the landscape, the wheedling word. To impose your ABC is a natural thing— hence deplorable. Everybody does it in the form of crystalbluffmadonna, monetary system, pharmaceutical product, or a bare leg advertising the ardent sterile spring. The love of novelty is the cross of sympathy, demonstrates a naive je m'enfoutisme, it is a transitory, positive sign without a cause. But this need itself is obsolete. In documenting art on the basis of the supreme simplicity: novelty, we are human and true for the sake of amusement, impulsive, vibrant to crucify boredom. At the crossroads of the lights, alert, attentively awaiting the years, in the forest. I write a manifesto and I want nothing, yet 1 say certain things, and in principle I am against manifestoes, as I am also against principles (half-pints to measure the moral value of every phrase too too convenient; approximation was invented by the impressionists). I write this manifesto to show that people can perform contrary actions together while taking one fresh gulp of air; I am against action; for continuous contradiction, for affirmation too, I am neither for nor against and I do not explain because I hate common sense. […]

Join hosts Caligula Q. Strawman, K-Slick, Incitatus, Miss Ellanea &amp; others as we review games, watch movies, and talk of everything and nothing. Find all our different shows under The Dada Network header:

• +10 XP: The only video game review cast with a sensible rating system. Join Caligula, K-Slick, Incitatus &amp; others for hilarious and insightful reviews of the next game you're gonna want to play.
• A Conversation with Everyone: Caligula attempts the Sisyphean task of interviewing every person in existence, join him &amp; our guest of the week for their fascinating and often arcane discussions.
• TRASHCAST: Irregular and disjointed tales of intrigue, adventure, and woe! Join our Dada hosts for some touching heart-to-hearts and knock-em-down-drag-em-outs!

—

Archival Shows (we don't produce these anymore):
• It's Not Horror: Dada judges whether a movie is truly worthy if the mantle, "horror." These were really fun, hopefully we can do some specials in the future.
• Steaming Garbage: Our old video game review cast.
• The Unwatchables: The only movie review cast with a sensible rating system.

—

Introductory 3¶ of "Dada Manifesto 1918," Tristan Tzara

The magic of a word—Dada—which has brought journalists to the gates of a world unforeseen,
is of no importance to us.

To put out a manifesto you must want: ABC
to fulminate against 1, 2, 3
to fly into a rage and sharpen your wings to conquer and disseminate little abcs and big abcs, to sign, shout, swear, to organize prose into a form of absolute and irrefutable evidence, to prove your non plus ultra and maintain that novelty resembles life just as the latest-appearance of some whore proves the essence of God. His existence was previously proved by the accordion, the landscape, the wheedling word. To impose your ABC is a natural thing— hence deplorable. Everybody does it in the form of crystalbluffmadonna, monetary system, pharmaceutical product, or a bare leg advertising the ardent sterile spring. The love of novelty is the cross of sympathy, demonstrates a naive je m'enfoutisme, it is a transitory, positive sign without a cause.
But this need itself is obsolete. In documenting art on the basis of the supreme simplicity: novelty, we are human and true for the sake of amusement, impulsive, vibrant to crucify boredom. At the crossroads of the lights, alert, attentively awaiting the years, in the forest. I write a manifesto and I want nothing, yet 1 say certain things, and in principle I am against manifestoes, as I am also against principles (half-pints to measure the moral value of every phrase too too convenient; approximation was invented by the impressionists). I write this manifesto to show that people can perform contrary actions together while taking one fresh gulp of air; I am against action; for continuous contradiction, for affirmation too, I am neither for nor against and I do not explain because I hate common sense. […]

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