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Really dusting off the cobwebs in here wow
i made a college vine compilation b/c Sufferingâ˘ď¸
(warning for loud noise in some of them)
Itâs funny cause itâs true
do kids these days know abt numa numa
do kids these days know about aquaâs âbarbie girlâ
do kids there days know about CRAZY FROG
do kids these days know about âBlueâ by Eiffel 65
DO THEY KNOW ABOUT CASCADAâS âEVERY TIME WE TOUCHâ?
Evans suggested that when they bump into each other, they do what friends often do after being apart for a while: assess each otherâs haircuts. In some ways, theyâve swapped styles. Thor has gotten a clean-cut trim, while Cap is sporting the ragged locks and beard.
âIâll be like, âShort hair now? Good choice,ââ Evans says, while miming a right hook against an invisible Outrider.
âAnd Iâll go, âYours too. The beard. Very Ârugged,ââ Hemsworth says.
â Behind the scenes of Avengers: Infinity War, EW
HEREâS 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 youâd get connected to them, so I just launch right into my âHarvard University and NPR blah blah blahâ thing and then thereâs this long pause and I think the personâs hung up even though I didnât hear a click
And then I hear âyou shouldnât be able to call this number.â
So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we arenât selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is
âNo, 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.â
I explain that itâs randomly generated and Iâm very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear:
âMaâam, this is a matter of national security.â
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 It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified.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.Â
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.Â
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. âThis is a holdover from the cold war.â They said. âIt isnât going to come up, but hereâs 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.â
So my third night there, itâs around 2am and thereâs a ringing sound.Â
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 byâŚ
âUh⌠Is Shantavia there?â
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 corporationâs command center in the mid-west United States.
Thereâs another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying âI think you have the wrong number, maâam.â and Iâm 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.Â
Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that Iâm sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so Iâm reblogging it again where I swear Iâve 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. Hereâs 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 wasnât just any number at NORAD. Oh no no no.
Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red one. âOnly a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the number,â she says.
âThis was the â50s, this was the Cold War, and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on the United States,â Rick says.
The red phone rang one day in December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. âAnd then there was a small voice that just asked, âIs this Santa Claus?â â
His children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke â but then, Terri says, the little voice started crying.
âAnd Dad realized that it wasnât a joke,â her sister says. âSo he talked to him, ho-ho-hoâd and asked if he had been a good boy and, âMay I talk to your mother?â And the mother got on and said, âYou havenât seen the paper yet? Thereâs a phone number to call Santa. Itâs in the Sears ad.â 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.â
âIt got to be a big joke at the command center. You know, âThe old manâs really flipped his lid this time. Weâre answering Santa calls,â â Terri says.
And then, it got better.
âThe airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,â Pam says.
âAnd Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,â Rick says.
âDad said, âWhat is that?â They say, âColonel, weâre sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?â Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called the radio station and had said, âThis is the commander at the Combat Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks like a sleigh.â Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour and say, âWhereâs Santa now?â â Terri says.
For real.
âAnd later in life he got letters from all over the world, people saying, âThank you, Colonel,â 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,â she says. âYou know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing heâs known for.â
âYeah,â Rick [his son] says, âitâs probably the thing he was proudest of, too.â
So yeah. I think that might be the best wrong number of all time.
Source:Â http://www.npr.org/2014/12/19/371647099/norads-santa-tracker-began-with-a-typo-and-a-good-sport
OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS.
Iâve seen the first post a bunch of times, but never the story of How The Santa Tracker Started.
idk how the hell iâve run a blog called âbotanyshitpostsâ for almost four years now without ever thinking to talk about this but in high school my little brother wanted a pet that wouldnt die so we got him a moss ball for $8 at a pet store and he named it tiki and it lives in this dedicated plastic tank at our parentsâ house even though weâre both at college now. usually it doesnt do anything but over the past two weeks of winter break our family has watched in horror as it has gone about the process of slowly and ominously rising from its usual position at the depths of its abode to the top, where it now floats with gravel bits stuck to it from literal years of not moving. my mom has moved it to behind the sink so now whenever i go to wash my hands in the kitchen i have to face it and im scared
just squeezed all the water out of her like yall said in the replies and i put her back and shes still floatingâŚ.maybe she just likes it up there
update: she sank to the bottom and stayed there for days and i thought this story was over until i WALKED OVER TO THE SINK JUST NOW
test: pet her, tell her she is a good moss ball
results: she sitÂ
they should remake breaking bad but instead of making and dealing meth itâs a suburban white mom who makes soap and the same levels of violence, gore, and drama remain
The other day I went to McDonaldâs with my family and the guy who took my order was really loud and was basically like âHAPPY HOLIDAYS WHAT CAN I GET YOUâ and I was like wow I canât let this guy outmatch me so I yelled âIâLL TAKE A HAPPY MEAL WITH THE NUG NUGS IF I MAYâ you know, like a natural well-adjusted epitome of adulthood 19 year old and he was like âCERTAINLY WOULD YOU LIKE THE MIGHTY KIDS MEAL INSTEAD WITH EXTRA FRIESâ and I was so sleep deprived I essentially blacked out and apparently leaned over the counter like I was robbing the place, raised my eyebrow like a suave robin hood and said âHECK YES I WOULD GOOD SIRâ and then I sat down and he yelled from across the store âWOULD YOU LIKE THE PURPLE OR BLUE SPIDER-MANâ and since purple is the more superior color thatâs how I answered and long story short my parents think college changed me and that Iâm now the poster child for being social and Iâve only been asked once why Iâm not in a relationship yet but I know itâs gonna be brought up again and how do i tell my parents itâs because whenever I eat in the dining hall I spend the entire time playing bumper cars with the wheeley chairs and all I eat is pixie sticks and the last time I was in the library (where Iâm supposed to work next semester, deAr GoD) I ripped my leggings in the bathroom pulling up my pants and I walked the entire 20 mins back to my dorm with my neon underwear peeking out from the holes like a 17th century harlot with a cocaine addiction and Iâve essentially been living off jars of peanut butter and the soundtrack to the bee movie for the past year
thereâs more information in this post than there was in the library of alexandria
#a proud dad
i know weâre beating a dead horse with this whole â2018 is never endingâ thing but the hawaii missile scare was this year
everyone in hawaii thought they were gonna be wiped off the map less than one year ago and then we all fucking forgot because of all the bullshit thatâs happened since
I NEVER HEARD ABOUT THIS WTF
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Ayyyyyyyeeee
Disneyland and Disneyworld are on opposite ends of the country, but theyâre both in Orange County
Mic decided to investigate these claims for themselves and see if this alleged former Trumpian was telling the truth. They set up a $1 recurring donation to the Trump Campaign, and when they tried to cancel it, Mic confirmed that there was no cancelation option.
Not only that, but you could not edit or remove your credit card information on the website.
Mic concluded that the way to stop donating is to call your bank and cancel your credit card. If not, you will be donating to Trump forever.
To be fair, Mic also set up recurring $1 donations to Clintonâs campaign to see if they too tried to trap you into an eternity of donating. Mic noted that it was very simple to cancel donations on Clintonâs website.
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