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Worldcat is my bestie and my one true love!! Not only does it tell you what library a book is at, but it also price compares different used book sites against each other for easy view! It's how I got Tarot For the Master for $10!!
Oh, and since I have your attention: z-library (books and textbooks) and sci-hub (gatekept scientific journal articles.) I just ripped a textbook for class off z-library and snatched a required reading from sci-hub. Life is good and education should be accessible at every stage and station of life.
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Re-blog this if:
- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.
No one will know which applies.
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He paid the appropriate tax and then the cat let him pass lol
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Your typical pro-lifer-you can't make this shit up.
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Holy fuckin pornbots.
Damn tumblr, thanks for bringing back tiddies but jeeze.
A small PSA to all those new to dealing with the porn bots that Tumblr now has a fresh wave of – I understand that when you go to report them, you want to report them as "[containing] sexually explicit material", but don't do that. Report them as spam instead.
These are spam bots flooding tags and the website in general with spam links. They often do not have anything sexually explicit on their blog (although they often have implicit material). Plus, these two reports get very different results. Reporting explicit material gets the bot slapped behind an 18+ wall, so minors can't check if they're a bot or not. Reporting spam gets the bot taken down.
Remember, folks: when dealing with a bot, report spam, not smut!

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Analemma. The sun’s position in the sky, photographed from the same location at the same time of day throughout a year, forms an analemma. This shows the sun’s apparent swinging from its northernmost position, at the analemma’s uppermost point, at summer solstice, to its southernmost position/lowest point, at winter solstice.
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.
…..holy shit I feel like I’ve just been visited by the Ghost of Tumblr Posts Past.
I shared that story eight years ago. Since it’s apparently doing the rounds again, allow me to state for the record that when I said I got the call from the Pentagon, I may have been the only person on earth to have not seen a single one of the military/cop/spy shows that were so popular at the time. I did not know the FBI was in Quantico. I was being flippant and trying to use a different word than just saying “FBI” again.
Also while we’re here, here are some other fun folks I called on that job: –Betty White (not that one) –Michael Jackson, twice (also not that one) –A dude who picked up the phone and whispered “I’m dead and everyone here is ghosts” and immediately hung up. Sometimes I still wonder what the fuck was going on in that house –Michael Jordan (not that one) –A lady with an extremely Polish last name who heard me pronounce it and went “ooh! I don’t know what you’re selling but I’ll buy one! Nobody ever gets my name right!” I had to tell her I was actually calling to ask about how her computer repair had gone, which is sad because that would have been the easiest sale in the history of ever –A dude named Henry Potter, which is only remarkable because lord help me you know exactly how I misread it when he came to the phone. He was much nicer about this than he needed to be and I hope he continues to have really nice days –A lady who was absolutely convinced I was a prank caller and asked to speak to my parents. I finally said “ma'am, I know I sound like twelve years old on the phone, but I’m nineteen. I’m just taking a semester off college” and in this absolutely mortified tone she went “I am so sorry” and hung up, which I do not count as rude because I think she just genuinely did not know what to do and it was actually kinda funny –A dude who did not seem to understand the concept of demographic questions and gave his “race or ethnicity” as American
And finally:
Stephen King, I can’t prove it was that one but I’m like, 99% sure it was that one. Maine area code, doing a QC survey on a brand-new Porsche, voice sounded right. I spent the entire call staring at the copy of The Dark Tower that was sitting in my cubicle waiting for lunchtime and thinking this was the most surreal thing to ever happen to me, yes, even more surreal than the FBI thing.
(If you’re wondering, yes, Stephen King is nice to random survey people on the phone, whether it was That Stephen King or not.) Also, the worst case of abusing a worker I have ever personally encountered was in this job. Yes, I understand my job was to cold call people, and people can get extremely cranky about that. But this particular dude first accused me of waking him up (at 6pm in his time zone) by asking “Do you know what time we go to bed in Texas, bitch?” I didn’t know I was allowed to hang up in cases of abuse so I literally sat there sobbing and desperately trying to signal a supervisor, telling this guy I wasn’t allowed to leave my chair while on a call (true) and had to wait for a supervisor as he called me cunt/whore/lazy/bitch in various combinations, told me I should work on my back because it was all I was good for, told me I was too stupid for a “real job,” told me to get my fat ass out of my seat and go get a supervisor, screamed at me multiple times for calling him too late at night when “decent people are sleeping”(???????), the list goes on. I finally said “sir, I don’t get paid six dollars an hour* for this” and hung up, put my head down, and bawled. The supervisor finally spotted me, came over, and when I was crying too hard to speak she went and listened to the playback of the call. I was sent home with her extreme apologies and was paid for the rest of the night. Going back in the next day was one of the hardest things I have ever done, and I half-expected to be fired for hanging up on the dude. I know cold calls can be annoying, y'all. But please? This is a job where you get paid peanuts to sit in one spot for eight to twelve hours being yelled at and hung up on almost nonstop. You have a quota you’re expected to meet and if you don’t, you get fired. If you get one of these folks on the line, just politely say you’re not interested and would like to be removed from the call list. Or do their survey, if you’ve got the time. You’ll make their life a little easier and also you can laugh at some of the goofy-ass questions they’ve got to ask.
*Lest I get a bunch of fact-checkers going “ha-HA, federal minimum wage is $7.25, you’re lying!,” not in 2008 it wasn’t.
Reblogging for the cool stories, and to add this:
Cold calling is the absolute hands-down fucking worst job I ever had. But I could work full-time during the summer while in college and could make $9/hour (which was a lot of money then). Except it was actually $6/hour with a $3/hour bonus if you worked all 40 hours and were never late. But they looked for lots of reasons to dock you. They paid you on prepaid credit cards. They kept it FREEZING in there because “it motivates you to sell.” And if you didn’t at least go through two rebuttals before getting off the phone, they threatened to fire you. That’s all on top of the terrible, rude customers on the other end.
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When my dad was diagnosed with cancer, a nurse recommended making sure to write everything down, so I got us a notebook. This ended up being very helpful when my dad had follow-up because were things from his hospitalization he had forgotten, but it was all there in the notebook.
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I suddenly understand why jewelry is expensive
Hopefully people will start to realize why trades in general are so expensive. You're paying for someone's experience to make a good finished product that takes skill and years of practice.
However there is also a giant gap that needs to be filled in trades. As people are aging out of jobs like tailors, carpenters, bookbinders, leatherworkers, etc, there aren't enough young people going INTO the trades to repopulate the jobs.
Please. Please. Consider going into trades.
These are the kinds of jobs people "fall into," because they aren't visible, and are never talked about.
Kids never grow up telling people they want to be a bookbinder. They don't know they even exist. And schools never ever present them as valid options. And if they do talk about them, they are treated as invalid compaired to NFL Linebacker, President, and Brain Surgeon. After all "jewelry maker" is something people do to supplement their "burger flipping" income, and not an extension of blacksmithing.
But that's the crux of it, isn't it? Crafting and trade skills are an extension of artistic skills, which are often seen as completely invalid, and a total waist of time.
As the daughter of a professional bookbinder/book restorer, I had to reblog.
reblogging because I was in a course at college that covered Artisan skills such as these. I have friends who have since gone on to do Jewellery, Carpentry, Ceramics, Glasswork AND Blacksmithing. Ironically I ‘fell into’ comics.
windows to Artisan jobs are still around, the rising interest of upcycling and restoration has brought young folk into doing them.
Boosting because Artisan trades should be valued and carried on.
the relationship between me and black clothes is a love story that can’t be explained