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HERE’S THE THING THOUGH
I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you’d get connected to them, so I just launch right into my “Harvard University and NPR blah blah blah” thing and then there’s this long pause and I think the person’s hung up even though I didn’t hear a click
And then I hear “you shouldn’t be able to call this number.”
So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren’t selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is
“No, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.”
I explain that it’s randomly generated and I’m very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear:
“Ma’am, this is a matter of national security.”
I accidentally called the director of the FBI.
My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon.
This is my new favourite story.
When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified.
There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server.
The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors.
During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. “This is a holdover from the cold war.” They said. “It isn’t going to come up, but here’s the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.”
So my third night there, it’s around 2am and there’s a ringing sound.
I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing.
So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by…
“Uh… Is Shantavia there?”
It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation’s command center in the mid-west United States.
There’s another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying “I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.” and I’m standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink.
The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring.
Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I’m sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I’m reblogging it again where I swear I’ve reblogged it before.
But none of these stories even come close to the best one of them all; a wrong number is how the NORAD Santa Tracker got started.
Seriously, this is legit.
In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline. Here’s the ad they posted.
Only problem is, they misprinted the number. And the number they printed? It went straight through to fucking NORAD. This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay. NORAD was the front line.
And it wasn’t just any number at NORAD. Oh no no no.
Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red one. “Only a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the number,” she says.
“This was the ‘50s, this was the Cold War, and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on the United States,” Rick says.
The red phone rang one day in December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. “And then there was a small voice that just asked, ‘Is this Santa Claus?’ ”
His children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke — but then, Terri says, the little voice started crying.
“And Dad realized that it wasn’t a joke,” her sister says. “So he talked to him, ho-ho-ho’d and asked if he had been a good boy and, ‘May I talk to your mother?’ And the mother got on and said, ‘You haven’t seen the paper yet? There’s a phone number to call Santa. It’s in the Sears ad.’ Dad looked it up, and there it was, his red phone number. And they had children calling one after another, so he put a couple of airmen on the phones to act like Santa Claus.”
“It got to be a big joke at the command center. You know, ‘The old man’s really flipped his lid this time. We’re answering Santa calls,’ ” Terri says.
And then, it got better.
“The airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,” Pam says.
“And Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,” Rick says.
“Dad said, ‘What is that?’ They say, ‘Colonel, we’re sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?’ Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called the radio station and had said, ‘This is the commander at the Combat Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks like a sleigh.’ Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour and say, ‘Where’s Santa now?’ ” Terri says.
For real.
“And later in life he got letters from all over the world, people saying, ‘Thank you, Colonel,’ for having, you know, this sense of humor. And in his 90s, he would carry those letters around with him in a briefcase that had a lock on it like it was top-secret information,” she says. “You know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing he’s known for.”
“Yeah,” Rick [his son] says, “it’s probably the thing he was proudest of, too.”
So yeah. I think that might be the best wrong number of all time.
Source: http://www.npr.org/2014/12/19/371647099/norads-santa-tracker-began-with-a-typo-and-a-good-sport
No okay THAT is adorable and I’m queueing this for next December.
just a reminder that you’re still a valid writer if you haven’t made progress lately. you’re still a valid writer if your WIP is a year long progress with no end date in sight. you’re still a valid writer. you put words on a page, and you care about your work. that makes you a valid writer.
“You want to be an author? That’s awesome! I could never do that, I’m so bad with words”
Me searching for words similar to “slowly” for the fifth time and then going to google the definition of each word just to make sure it means slowly:
Every fall,
Like clockwork.
Half seen phantoms paw with barely visible hands.
Grasping, pulling, shaking, pleading me...
A chance to be heard is their one request.
Deny deny deny - pretend.
Maybe we'll be normal, someday.
The bigger the noodle gets the more confident they are 🥺
I'm genuinely so glad I left her alone for a few months. She's so much more curious and he's nowhere near as skittish as they were when I first got it.
@deliciaebb sorry for tagging u but messages doesn't like videos and I was excited to share snek progress :p :3
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Broke: lying/hiding the fact that u hooked up with someone
Woke: being honest, moving thru funky feelings, n then getting fucked thru tha bed as part of your punishment
ITS ALWAYS A FUCKING MINDFLAYER, ISNT IT: RUDEEEE
The way trying to pay your industry homie is dead ass like a dnd sesh
"hey babe lemme close out"
"no"
"fs *throws ~$18ish on the bar* (this would all be tip since they're not charging me)
".... No"
"dude"
"fuck off"
"dude,,,"
"I wouldn't do this if I were u rn"
"I don't fucking care, take it"
"NO"
"fuck you. Take it and tip out the staff then" (basically forcing him to take it so he can tip out security and the barback)
"....fine. fuck You though"
...
I then circled back to give my crazy bitch motto of: "if the number in my bank accounts don't change then I'm not spending money. My cash will always go towards drugs, homeless people, and the fucking industry homies"
He then hugged me and I think I've secured free drinks with this man from here to eternity.
I love my fucking life ❤️
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August 11, 2025 - The funerals of six journalists, five of whom were working for Al Jazeera, were held in Gaza today after they were murdered by a targeted Israeli drone strike.
At least 238 journalists have been murdered in Gaza by Israel since the start of the genocide. Israel has also targeted journalists' families, killing their spouses, children and parents. [video]
The statistic is up to 303. All Al Jazeera Journalists have been martyred.
All Of Them.
Zionists have murdered one of the greatest journalists of all time.
Anas Al-Sharif will forever be remembered for his heroism, for his courage, for his sacrifice.
As of today every Al Jazeera journalist has been murdered by Israel. Every single one.
In total Israel has murdered 303 journalists.
To compare, ~70 journalists were killed during World War Two.
They've murdered over three times as many journalists than the literal Nazis.
❤️🤍🖤💚❤️🤍🖤💚❤️🤍🖤💚❤️🤍🖤💚 What kind of shoes do you feel most comfy in?
👟 Sneakers
🐰 Slippers
👡 Sandals
👢 Boots
🧦 No shoes, Just Socks
🦶 No shoes, Barefoot!!
Now imagine how uncomfy it would be to walk if your feet were injured! Like Iman's feet are now :(
Help her get treatment for her feet!
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5 Tiny Writing Tips That Aren’t Talked About Enough (but work for me)
These are some lowkey underrated tips I’ve seen floating around writing communities — the kind that don’t get flashy attention but seriously changed how I write.
1. Put “he/she/they” at the start of the sentence less often.
Try switching up your sentence rhythm. Instead of
“She walked to the window,”
try
“The window creaked open under her touch.”
Keeps it fresh and stops the paragraph from sounding like a checklist.
2. Don’t describe everything — describe what matters.
Instead of listing every detail in a room, pick 2–3 objects that say something.
“A half-drunk mug of tea and a knife on the table”
sets a way stronger tone than
“There was a wooden table, two chairs, and a shelf.”
3. Use beats instead of dialogue tags sometimes.
Instead of:
"I'm fine," she said.
Try:
"I'm fine." She wiped her hands on her skirt.
It helps shows emotion, and movement.
4. Write your first draft like no one will ever read it.
No pressure. No perfection. Just vibes. The point of draft one is to exist. Let it be messy and weird — future you will thank you for at least something to edit.
5. When stuck, ask: “What’s the most fun thing that could happen next?”
Not logical. Not realistic. FUN. It doesn’t have to stay — but chasing excitement can blast through writer’s block and give you ideas you actually want to write.
What’s a tip that unexpectedly helped with your writing? Let me know!! 🍒
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Arnold Schwarzenegger mpreg movie
There no need, that movie was already made in 1994
I'm not Goncharoving you. This movie was nominated for 3 Golden Globes and 1 Oscar.
People discovering this it’s so hilarious, I beg you all to watch it. I even saw this in theatres back in 1994. It’s the weirdest thing ever