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Reshma Sajani
Hi, I'm Reshma Sajani, founder of Girls who Code. Look, I'd consider myself a pretty successful adult woman. I've written books, founded two successful nonprofits, and I'm raising two incredible kids. But here's the thing. I still wake up wondering, is this it? And if the best years are yet to come, when's that going to start? Join me on My so Called Midlife, my new podcast with Lemonada Media, where we're building a playbook for navigating midlife one episode at a time. Each week, I'll chat with extraordinary guests who've transformed their midlife crisis into opportunities for growth and newfound purpose. At some point, we all ask ourselves, is there more to life? I'm here to discover how to thrive in my second act right alongside you. My so Called Midlife is out now, wherever you get your podcasts. Hi, I'm Gulab Vilasak. And I'm Soo Jin Pak. And we're your aunties on Add to Cart, a podcast all about the things we buy, the things we buy into, and what that says about who we are. We're real life friends who love to talk about what we're adding to Cart. Sometimes that means trying the latest snail serum to slather on our faces or a sweater that screams one third ugly. That's right, Sue. Each week we dive into honest, oftentimes TMI conversations about what's taking up space in our shopping carts and in our minds, be it products, trends, or something for our auntie book club. We also bring guests on the show and take a peek into their carts because the things a person buys or doesn't says a lot about them. We like to think of ourselves as aunties to all fun, slightly unhinged and always ready to share some sage advice and a good product wreck. Add to Cart is out now, wherever you get your podcasts. This is Glenn Close. Yes, that Glenn Close. Is there another one? I don't know. I've never heard of another one. But yeah, it's me. The Golgoroth alliance is proud to present Hildy the Barback and the Lake of Fire. This presentation is brought to you by Theatre of the Mind. Theater. Theatre. Theatre of the Mind. Before we begin, chapter two. Unless you're an idiot, you should have already enjoyed chapter one. Its ferocious intensity should be indelibly burned in your brain, bringing you to the precipice of enlightenment. Also, before you ask, we don't do recaps of previous episodes because recaps are stupid and play down to the audience. We would do recaps if someone paid us a lot of money to do them. Because Mama loves gold treasure. But we're not doing a recap today. My name is Hildy I am a bar back Adam Medieval pub With peasants galore and piss on the floor When I long for something more we are in peril from the evil one whose soul desires to turn my shire into a lake of fire the men folks say they'll protect me but they would fuck up a cup of coffee it's got to be me I must set us all free it's my destiny My name is Hildy and unfortunately there's a lady of fire youe name is Hildy The StarFuck Chapter 2, the second part of the beginning. Finnick, who is shockingly still alive, has just stumbled back into the shady cockerel. Stunning Hildi, the wounded Gerd, and the rest of our heroes, who thought he'd been incinerated by an Ur dragon. Hildy, still holding the scabbard, gives her older brother a fierce hug. How, Fennec? How are you alive? Oh, no. You always make weird mouth noises when you're gonna lie, Fennec. Oh, Mommy. When you say, oh, mommy, you are definitely lying. You sound so dumb right now. So dumb. Release the truth from your infernal gob, man. Fine. If you all recall, I'd had several ales before we decided to ride out. I don't like where this is going, Phoenix. Well, my bladder isn't the strongest thing in the whole world. Bladders are supposed to be supple, pliable. Mine is very rigid. Okay. Before we all crested the hill, I decided to dash off beside a tree to do my business. And as nature flowed through me, the dragon attacked. But why didn't you come back after you heard the dragon's roar? You could have helped us fight the moralist, Fennec. Well, I kind of urinated, it would seem, on a dryad. For newcomers, a dryad is a nymph, usually around the size of three adult corgis, stacked nose to tail, who inhabit a tree. That was always my blessed mother's number one rule of thumb. Never piss on a dryad. Well, who would? Obviously. Stupid, Disgusting. How was I supposed to know there was a wood nymph living in that particular tree? They're hard to see, and it's night. They look just like part of the tree. Splashback. What the. How dare you urinate on me with your disgusting urethra. I'm so sorry, dryad. You look like part of the tree. So you're saying that it's okay to pee on my house? I didn't know it was your house. I didn't know it was your house. Stop it. Damn it. Now you're being immature. You're being immature. I said I'm sorry. Okay, well that's not good enough. You stinky awful person. Do you know what I'm going to do? Stinky awful person. Say what? What? Stupid says what? What? You're stupid. You said what? I'm not following you. That's because I might have done that wrong. Hearken to me and hearken hard. I'm going to wander the forest and I'm going to gather my clan and we're gonna fuck you up. It's gonna be gratuitous, obscene, violent. Stop it. Anon, asshole. Back to present. So the dryad uttered those horrible words towards me and stormed off into the forest. And I of course was understandably frazzled. Okay. Anyway, I still needed to relieve myself and due to my distraction, I managed to get my stuck in my very sharp armor. Wait a minute. So you're telling us you couldn't come join the battle because you angered a tree deity and then you got your deck stuck in your armor? Is that the takeaway? When you say it like that, it sounds really bad. We may want to switch back to the thread at hand. Hildi holds one of the five pieces of the Dread Aegis and Urgrall the Horned one will come for it again. I remembered where I had heard the tales of the Dread Aegis before. My grandmother would read them to me. Stories of awful power. I think that scabbard you're holding, Hildy, is one of the keys to its. Of course it is. Hildy's holding the Scabbard of Fate, the fifth and final piece of the Dread Aegis. What? How in Belthasar's bathtub would you know that, Fennec? Oh, dad told me before he died. He said, never tell Hildy that the Scabbard of Fate hangs in our tavern. This is knowledge for the man folk, not for the delicate, simple women in our family who are more fit to hold their boobies than a secret throw punch. I didn't say it, dad said it. Yeah, well, Dad's dead and I need you to punch some stupid guy. And that's you. All right, what do we do now? The town crier enters suddenly. He's an old eccentric man in a threadbare cloak. He's a part time sorcerer who may or may not be in love with a horse. Hear ye, hear yay. What do you do with one of the five pieces of the Dread Aegis, Hildy? Hillsbury. What? Well, I'll tell you so you don't have to guess for R.M. arnutius, the town crier. Hear ye, hear ye. Yeah, we heard you. Arnutius. It's wonderful to see you. We welcome your wisdom, good sir. I mean, you do tend to list a little to the crazy side, but you do have the gift of foresight. Okay, I do. And I am you must be told, and told by me, Arnutius the town crier, okay, that the evil dread Aegis is a collection of weapons which when wielded together, give the wielder nearly limitless power. Yeah, we, we know that, Arnutius. Well, did you know that Ugrow, the horned One, descendant of Gathlemore the Evil himself, now knows where the five pieces of the Dread Aegis are? But he must never get them. Or if he wields all five weapons at the same time, he will have limitless power. Urkrul. Oh no. I thought he was in the lands far away, my very weird friend. No, keep up. He has returned to Golgorath and URL's wrath at his minions. Failure to acquire the scabbard will be mighty and horrible and unthinkable and heinous. He's right. Evil is growing. I can feel it myself. The choice is yours, Hildy. Hillsbury. For you and you alone must lead this quest which holds the fate of all of Golgoroth in the balance. I can't simply just leave my life to lead a quest. We can just put the scabbard back on the wall and pretend none of this ever happened, right? I do not think that will work, Hildy. Starlets. You know what you must do, Hildy of Hillsbury, and I'm tired of telling you about it. You must lead them. Your journey begins by taking the scabbard of Fate to the kingdom of Thymedal and the elves. With that, the town crier raises his arms and poof. He is gone in a puff of purple smoke. You heard him, Hilda. You must do this. I don't know if I can. Would you prefer Fennec does it? Well, you make a good point, but I'm a bar back. I never wanted all that much out of life just to run my family bar, maybe have a few ales with my friends. Hildy, it's me, Gerd. Yeah, I know it's you. Gerd. Okay. You must accept this quest first, best friend. I will follow you and offer my life to your service. And I will bring my. Now you're going to say Warhammer, right? Warhammer. Yeah, that's okay. You did great. I shall go with you too, Hildy. You've got a good head on your shoulders. But if you ever need advice, I'll be there for you. And I'll also bring lots and lots of daggers. Oh, that's okay. I think that's probably for the best. Well, they come in handy. And of course, I'll also come along to help as I can. I'll bring my most deathly potions. Except for the ones that could very possibly kill my friends. Thank you all. Seems against all odds we must begin our quest. Come on then. Pack up. We're off to see the elves. Yeah. Yeah. Hey, we walkin or riding? Cause it is a long walk is my understanding. Oh, it doesn't matter, Fennec, because you're not coming. Yeah, I am. No, you're not. I have heard there is a barge. It's like a two minute walk and then we just barge. I'm not gonna have this conversation with you. Take a barge wherever you want, but it's not gonna compete with us. I need a horse. I have kind of a gouty foot. This show is sponsored by BetterHelp. All right. 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No one else would come tell you because they were all afraid. The Morlithian soldier closes his eyes and waits for death. Drith. Yes? Have this soldier's entire company slain with a maximum of pain and devastation. We will allow this particular piece of vermin the gift of life to reward his courage. Oh, that's so kind. Thank you, my lord. Thank you for my life. I wish for you all the things that you wish for in your evil, perfect heart. Like many, many babies if that is something that you'd want. It's hard to know, you know, what you'd want because of your perfect omnipresent evil. I wish I had not mentioned the babies. That seems like it was a horrible idea. Adult children? Possibly. Okey dokey, oh, Magnificent One. Goodbye. Actually, kill him too, maybe. Especially him. He gives me the creeps. Doesn't he, though? What was all of that about babies? It sounded like he wanted to impregnate you. I was like, where are we going with this? I mean, don't be creepy when you come in here. Meanwhile, our heroes, including Finnick, who has insisted on coming on the journey over the arguments of Hildy, march the high trails over the golden hills of Gauguin that separate the village of Merveill from the beautiful kingdom of Thymdal. They have all their gear packed on three ponies, walking many miles as they seek the counsel from the Lords Freimon and Thymin, the Kings of the Elves. Hildi, how are you going, mate? You seem a bit distracted. I'm fine, Mirabel. I'm just. I'm a bit nervous about leading our group on an incredibly difficult quest to fight true evil. What if somebody dies? Someone is going to die. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You're cheering me up by telling me that. Yes, definitely one of us is going to die. At least one. Yep. Sorry. But just so you know, it's an FYI. Wow, Mirabel, how do I. How do I say what I want to say? Um. Maybe don't coach kids, okay? Maybe there's still time to turn back. What is that incredibly scary sound? Best friends, she Wolves. They almost never travel this path. My pony. Someone has stolen my pony. A cloud passes, and there on the hillside, under the light of a full Golgorathian moon, a pack of she Wolves, graceful and deadly as you please, approaches. At the head of the pack stands Ilsa the Dryad. You might remember her from Venic's unfortunate urination mishap. What ho, tiny penis motherfucker. That sack of shit right there is who we are going to tear to shreds. Oh, no, no, no. Ms. She Wolves is the bastard who pissed on me. Ilsa the Dryad approaches. Finnick, I told you what I was going to do, right? I was gonna find some friends and fuck you up hard. Get ready to bleed from every place on your body that you don't want to bleed from. That's kind of everywhere, actually. Fennec. Damn it all to the six hells I'm sorry. Okay. Surely we can reach some sort of accord. Fair Dryad, My brother. This shitwick is your brother? Yeah, with no pride at all. I'm sorry to hear that. Yes, well, I guess that means you need to die as well. Wait a minute, wait a minute. We're not close. She Wolf Queen, you and your pack shall feast tonight. That's perfect flesh we must have for our feast. The buffet is open and you know where I want you to start. With the balls. Okay, everyone, swords up. You too, Fennec. Yeah, yeah, I was already doing it. You absolutely weren't doing it. Perhaps, Samantha, My sword shall save us all. Have you considered that your sword is deep? Samantha? Fennec. They're still like 30ft away. No one has ever battled with the she wolves and lived to tell the tale. She Wolves, on my howl, attack. Oh, wait, is that Perta? Yes. Yes, this is Perta. Wait, I'm sorry. The light is so low. Is that Urfta? Urfta Death Castle. Perta Bainbridge. Good to see you. It has been a minute. Girl, you look amazing. Everyone, this is Perta. No, no, not her. She's the one who sold us the ghouls good shampoo. Oh, that's right. I remember now. We were at the tavern in Glidue, and you were saying how no one cared enough about she Wolves to get you connected with quality hair product. You disembowel a few pregnant women and suddenly everyone thinks you're a jerk. Yes, I agree. Very unfair, Poodle. You sold shampoo to a gaggle of she wolves. Not just any shampoo. Quality shampoo, sister. No human blood tonight. Ugh. Fine. I'm gonna go to sleep in a tree and I'm not going to get pissed on. But I promise you this, fennel, I'm going to make your life a living hell. From now on. If there's anything that ever annoys, irritates or causes you pain, please know that it hath been done by me. You've made an enemy for life. And when your enemy is a tree deity, you're super fucked anon, asshole. She should really see a therapist. Through the kindness and former business dealings of Purta, our heroes now have a powerful escort to the kingdom of Thymdol. They are led straight to the Elven castle Oloru by Urfta herself, queen of the she Wolves. They camp there for the night. In the morning, while Gerd and Mirabel tend to Gerd's wounds in the Elven Hospocadia Purta and hildy seek the counsel of the kings. Hildi makes Finnick wait outside. Their gorgeous royal Elven majesties, King Thymond and Freimon welcome their guests and ask that they rise for the Elven national anthem. Elves are the coolest. Elves are fun. Name someone cooler. You can't. There's no one to compare. With our long wavy hair. We sail mighty rivers on hand carved bow. We storm across the tundra on wee nanny goats. We're fast singing songs of days past. We stroll in the club like we're out of a fable. A hush in the crowd as we stand on the table and say we don't like dry chardonnay. We cast magic spells, we wear pretty clothes, but don't call us hobbit, we'll bite off your nose, you've been warned, you, face will be mourned. We tell the best jokes, we brew the best vino. We love to make love and then drink Pellegrino. We're cool. That's our one golden rule. Elves are cool. So try not. Oh, thank you. I have a lot of amazing women in my life. My mom, my sister, both my kids, half the cast of Hildy the Barbacker Women. And I think most of us would agree that being a woman is pretty fantastic. But getting older as a woman can be a little tricky. Of course, there's the aches and creaks that weren't there in our 20s and it can take a second to get going in the morning. And then there's the things we don't talk about enough. Perimenopause and menopause. That's why I like having a company like Happy Mammoth sponsor our show. They are committed to helping women with the insomnia, the hot flashes and all the other symptoms brought on by perimenopause and menopause. That's why I'm excited to try their best selling Hormone Harmony supplement, which is packed with adaptogens and herbs that support a mature woman's hormone balance. 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We make our kids tell us how great we look together because that's just good parenting. Get cozy in Quince's high quality wardrobe Essentials go to quince.comhildy for free shipping on your order in. 365 day returns. That's Quince. Q u I n c e dot com hildy to get free shipping and 365 day returns. Quince.comhildy all hail King Simon and King Freiman. You have guests to gaze upon with your royal visage. My beautiful lords. I forgot to mention King Thymond and King Freiman are the most handsome elves in all of Golgorath. Seeing the beauty of these handsome tall elves put Hildi almost in a trance like state. She's accustomed to ugly bar oafs, not sexy elves. And tight fitting royal mantles. Their ropes are indeed tight in all the right places. You know, and I. I wouldn't kick them out of bed for eating possums. I do not believe that is a saying. It is. Now welcome noble company. Myself and King Freyman are most happy to welcome you to our hallowed halls. Wow. Thank you, gorgeous kings. I didn't mean to say that out loud, but I did. That's yummy. Yummy, yummy, yummy. So yummy. You know we can hear you. Well, I. My auntie, I do agree with you. We are so, so very yummy. Just spicy, salty, tangy. All the flavors. We. We run the gamut. Oh, I want it in my mouth. Oh, dear God, Hildy, I did not mean to say that out loud. No, we. We heard you. You want us in your mouth. I don't take it back in, my goblin. I personally appreciate your candor, though you look as though you've had a long journey. Your hair is dirty and you look especially tired. Oh, well, good news. I'm not that tired, if you get my meaning. I'm wide awake. I get it. Yes. Happy to splash my bits. Have a few l's get to know each other. By the way, my name is Hildy, but you can really call me any. Anything you want to call me Hildy. We're on a quest, remember? The quest Also drinks. Tis the morning time. I never have a drink until the moon is beyond the stars of Shazil. Oh, Methinks you might have an alcohol problem. No, I do. And you never drink ale. Ale? Carbohydrations are far too plentiful in ale for me. Indeed, Indeed. We're laughing. Yes, we're laughing together. I'm joining you in laughing. No, no, no. We are laughing. Us too. Just the two of us. No, just the males. The males. Here. Wait, wait, wait. Why are you touching my arm? Why are you not touching my arm? King Thymete. It's. It's King Thymon. Not thy meat. But it could be. You hear the words that I'm saying? If in the most effortlessly of sensual voices. I'm just saying that Thai meat's the best meat. Your breath is very hot. Thank you. Ooh, ooh, there's thigh meat for you right there. Ooh, someone has been eating lots of hot garbage. I could be. Hildy, get it together, please. I find you a bit vexing, Hildy of the dirty blonde hair. I get it. Okay, now I get it. I understand what's happening here, which is great, but you gentlemen only like gentlemen. Well, we are a couple, and a very happy couple at that. We're intimate on all levels. Okay, so I had no chance here even before I walked in. Oh, no. King Simon and I are polyamorous and pansexual, which means that we shall sleep with almost everyone. Oh, just not you. Not you. We would be quite interested in making powerful love with any of the rest of your. Wait, I. I said I'd splash my bits, I'd take a bath, I'd hit water. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's not gonna help. I'm just gonna move your face over here and look at the rest of your party. Really? Can you get your hand off my face? My royal kings. I might have an extra five minutes. If anyone would like to become insanely intimate in that amount of time. Ooh, ooh, my loins for purta. Purta. Come on, get your mind out of the gutter. Right. We are here, O great, beautiful kings, to speak of the Dread Ages. With that, Purda and Hildy tell the story of the Morliths attacking Mere Vale and the Scabbard of fate. Coming ever so close to falling into the wrong hands. So it is beginning hundreds of years before it was foretold. Urgrall is the greatest evil we shall face in our time. The board is set, the chess pieces are in place, and Urgrall has made five moves before we even knew that we had begun to play the game of chess. We know that Ur Groll has the Sword of Power. You still have the scabbard. He's surely searching for it, as well as the Boots of Destiny, which are held by the giants in the mountainous country of Kormorad. I feel like I should be writing this down. And of course, he's missing the Gauntlet of Might. How do you know he's missing that? Because we keep it right over there on the magical altar of Lora. Holy fuck. Where is it? Where's what? Look, King Freyman, the gauntlet is missing. And on the lovely lavender pillow, where lay the gauntlet now, there is an ugly black box with the mark of your left upon it. King Freyman picks up the evil, ugly box. Do not open it, my love. I must. No, no. Black, noxious smoke plumes from the small evil box, and along with it, the magically transmitted voice of Ugral himself. I got the Gauntlet of Light, you motherfuckers. You stupid fucking elves. Shut the lid. Forgive me, but her growl sounds like a complete asshole. Wisely spoken, Hildy of the dirty blonde hair. You know, I'm not honestly loving this new nickname. Ladies and gentlemen, the fate of all Golgorath depends on what we do next. We are happy to take suggestions. Almighty King, let me confirm with my best friend and lover, Nuts and buts and buts and Nuts. Nuts. We believe that we cannot attempt to hide the items of the Dread Aegis. You must find the other pieces as we assemble the Elvish army and reach out to our allies across Golgorath. Do you not think that you should assemble a team of mighty elves to attempt to acquire the other pieces? A large party will not go undetected. And it is exactly what Ur Groll will be planning. For he'll be scouring the countryside with ur dragons and Morlith forces, along with other evil things under his command. Things so dark and evil that their very names cannot be uttered. Holy shit. Really shit. Indeed. You've clearly shown your skills simply by retaining the scabbard. Especially when somehow URL got the Gauntlet of Might from a highly fortified Elvish castle when there were at least 300 elves that were supposed to be watching it. So sorry, sir. Forgive us, Majesty. I'm serious, People. Not good. Honey, Calm down, Hildy. And friends of Hildi, whose names I have never learned or already forgotten, but they are attractive. You may rest here tonight. Your long journey to find and recover the pieces of the dread Aegis begins tomorrow. We will lend you the services of lord armored God. He's a valiant soldier and has failed many a foe of our kingdom. He looks useful in a fight. Welcome to our company. What shall we call you, friend? Okay. Your silence is extremely. Not creepy. Good sir, we also offer you the services of one who has long served the elves. He is descended from centaurs. Behold the chief advisor of the centaur kingdom, Otto Equestus the centaur. By the gods, Perta, I have always, always wanted to meet a centaur. I've heard they are majestic beyond belief. Greetings, salutations, hellos. Oh, hi. Just give us a minute, buddy. We're here to meet a centaur. So. I am Otto of the Centaur kingdom. That's me. What? That can't be right. You only have two legs and they're just two normal looking human legs. I mean, okay, you know, when I'm a little closer, from the knee down, they're a little more horsey, but. What are those toes on your hooves? Indeed, it's a mix of toes and hooves. They are horse legs. From the knee down, I'm what is known as a half tar. Half tar. That's so interesting. Not a letdown at all, right, Perda? Not even slightly disappointed. Otto, it's such a pleasure. Hildy, rest now. You must recoup your strength. Remember all of our lives. Hang on. The razor's edge. The razor's edge, which is sharp. On the edge of a sharp razor. Hildy, keep this in your heart. Every journey is impossible until the dawn rises again in victory. Also, if you fail before the seventh sunset, we will all die devastating and torturous deaths. Oh, geez. That's not a pep talk. It's got to be me. I must set us all free. It's my destiny. My name is Hildy. And unfortunately, there's a lady pop fire. There is a name. My name is Hildy the barbecue. Why, hello there. This is your pal Sarah Silverman. You know, the standup comic that's not afraid of a diarrhea joke. Oh my God, I'm so brave. I hope you're enjoying this podcast that you're listening to. I am just dropping in here to let you know about another podcast I think you'd like, and it's called The Sarah Silverman Podcast. Each week, listeners from all over the world call in and they ask me for advice. Or they talk about something going on in their life. Anything. 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