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Would enjoy seeing names like skywalker or firehammer on letterheads
Hey Goth Mutuals, Stay Hydrated
Okay so i just want to share a story that happened between me an a bat the other day. So im chilling in my house on a big comfy seat, watching house or something getting ready to hit the hay. Lo and behold i see my 2 🐈 and 1 🐕 chasing something i look slightly below fan level . I have a hat on dont judge me, and realize its a mfin bat. Zippin thru the dam house. Im a big guy but ive never seen a bat in person. (Urban northeaster) so i remain cool calm and panicked. Now if you didnt know the hat has its chance to shine. I didnt want to kill the bat but they often carry rabies so i didn't want to touch it by hand or let the animals get to it. So i equip my trusty hat to my main hand weapon slot and reset my strength stats so i dont smack this flying hamster into a wall with the force of a thousand suns. I miss the first 2 or 3 swings (remember im trying to be gentle). And BAM, the fourth swing comes and i lightly fold this echo-location being on to the floor. I then proceed to cover it with my hat while i find something to bring it outside with. All while the bat looks like wily coyote getting hit with his own traps. Bat was staring at me right after like, "am i a joke to you?" So i manage to grab a box i had lying around take the brim scoop the bat in, and by this time hes finally woken up from his stun and im like oh shit! Running with this box outside the house like itsa hot potato. I throw the box down open 2 of the hatches and run for dear life because it acted like i just ate the last slice of pizza. I made it inside and threw the hat in the washer. And thats the story of the 1st and o hope only time ive seen a bat in person.
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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
OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS.
I’ve seen the first post a bunch of times, but never the story of How The Santa Tracker Started.
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Maybe we can all relate to this. Life is just the strangest. So many things shape our lives; the people we meet, the things we watch, the moments we experience, the things that enter or leave our lives. As I sit here and type this at 12:20 am on 12/28/2016 I am thinking about it all. How my life has changed where it has taken me, maybe where it has taken you as someone who may or may not read this. One of the biggest things is the people in my life which is what i want to talk about the most. I logged onto Tumblr for the first time in probably over a year. Whats changed? I went on a deployment with the Army. I restarted school thankfully. FYI i feel like ill never finish. I think the people that leave your life have one of the biggest impacts. They are the variables. Whether it be family, friends, or significant others. As we get older I feel we tend to lean towards the latter. Where did it start you may ask? I started dating a girl at 16 I never really thought we’d ever break up I think I actually did love her it was always this immense rush of emotions whenever I was around her Elation, frustration, concentration, but most importantly a wave of calm. It is something wonderful when you love someone. I guess thats why they call it the most powerful emotion it makes you do crazy things, but you don’t mind because thats what love is or at least one definition. We broke up 1 1/4 years later and i swear i’d become a better boyfriend after that but it took me a very long time to move past it. Following that act was a girl I crushed on for I can’t even count how many years. It was a great feeling to finally date her but unfortunately it didn’t pan out because she had feelings for a past love. I am sorry to her that things didn’t pan out with him but im glad shes with someone i think she loves now. I’ve never been spiteful over past relationships. Honestly I respect peoples decisions for it. There was one girl I never got the chance to date and it sounds stupid maybe. We met on some webcam site I can’t remember the name of. I was enamored by her totally and utterly. She only gave me 9 digits of her phone number but i was determined and scared id get the wrong person so it took me a while to reach out to her. I’m so glad I did because she was spectacular. I live in New Jersey and she is from NY. I wish I could have at least kissed her one time because she was truly amazing and even though I never met her in person she was really enriching to my life and im sure anyones life she comes across. Then there was the last girl. I say that now at 23 years old because I think I am going to marry her. Yeah I feel like it’s young and thats what a lot of people say but it feels right. Ive been with her for 4 years now. It has been a rough 4 years. Shes been with me through a lot considering she stayed with me through a deployment. Its rough she has some heavy anxiety but I wouldnt trade it. I already bought a ring she doesn’t know. I hope she doesn’t read this either hahah. I just wish I could get my life in order and finish school and live that American dream. Maybe someone will read this. Maybe no one will read this. Either way it feels good to get this off my chest and into writing.
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