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"content": "<a href=\"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mm2KsFe8vaE\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mm2KsFe8vaE</a><br /><br />This song came out waaaaaaaay before its time.",
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"content": "https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mm2KsFe8vaE\n\nThis song came out waaaaaaaay before its time.",
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"content": "Remember that viral lie that passed around a few years ago? The one that Bill Nye had died? I, being a little to naive at that time to fact check, believed it. I was in mourning for about a month until he popped up on Dancing With the Stars. His videos were the only thing that made science class bearable some days. <br /><br />I felt really stupid about thinking he was dead. In light of of recent events, I am kinda nostalgic for that time.<br />",
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"content": "Remember that viral lie that passed around a few years ago? The one that Bill Nye had died? I, being a little to naive at that time to fact check, believed it. I was in mourning for about a month until he popped up on Dancing With the Stars. His videos were the only thing that made science class bearable some days. \n\nI felt really stupid about thinking he was dead. In light of of recent events, I am kinda nostalgic for that time.\n",
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"content": "Story time!<br /><br />So, someone in my family used to have a job where they'd talk to a lot of business owners.<br /><br />There was this one business owner she knew who was fond of telling stories about what he's seen on the job. <br /><br />His job was to inspect broken machinery—big, household appliances, mostly—to see if their damage was covered by the warranty they were under.<br /><br />Here's two of his stories. I don't know if they're true, but they're funny.<br /><br />There was this one couple who had bought a 'smart washer': A cloths washing machine which was hooked up to their cell phones, talked, and could be told what to do by speaking to it. However, the model they had had a glitch. Whenever the power would go off and come back on—like, if there was a power surge—the washer would stop speaking English. You see, the computer in the machine had a list of languages it could speak and whenever it did a hard reboot it would switch into the first language on the alphabetical list. <br /><br />That language was Arabic, apparently.<br /><br />So there was a power surge in the middle of the night while the couple was asleep in bed. The noise of the talking washer down stairs woke up the wife, but she didn't realize what was talking, and she woke up her husband and sent him downstairs to see if someone has broken into their house.<br /><br />Well, when he gets to the laundry room and hears something jabbering off in Arabic, he thinks a terrorist is hiding in the dark and shoots. Repeatedly. <br /><br />Sadly, gun shot holes was not covered in the warranty.<br /><br />Another call this guy went on was this:<br /><br />There was this woman who had completely gummed up her washing machine with crayon wax. Tons and tons of crayon wax. She had washed a load of crayons, which melted in the hot water and got in every crack and hole in the machine.<br /><br />When the man asked her, “Why on earth would you put crayons in your washing machine?!” she told him, “Oh, well my children came to me and said their crayons were dirty, and on the side of the crayons they said 'washable'!”<br /><br />She was not covered by her warranty either.",
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"content": "Story time!\n\nSo, someone in my family used to have a job where they'd talk to a lot of business owners.\n\nThere was this one business owner she knew who was fond of telling stories about what he's seen on the job. \n\nHis job was to inspect broken machinery—big, household appliances, mostly—to see if their damage was covered by the warranty they were under.\n\nHere's two of his stories. I don't know if they're true, but they're funny.\n\nThere was this one couple who had bought a 'smart washer': A cloths washing machine which was hooked up to their cell phones, talked, and could be told what to do by speaking to it. However, the model they had had a glitch. Whenever the power would go off and come back on—like, if there was a power surge—the washer would stop speaking English. You see, the computer in the machine had a list of languages it could speak and whenever it did a hard reboot it would switch into the first language on the alphabetical list. \n\nThat language was Arabic, apparently.\n\nSo there was a power surge in the middle of the night while the couple was asleep in bed. The noise of the talking washer down stairs woke up the wife, but she didn't realize what was talking, and she woke up her husband and sent him downstairs to see if someone has broken into their house.\n\nWell, when he gets to the laundry room and hears something jabbering off in Arabic, he thinks a terrorist is hiding in the dark and shoots. Repeatedly. \n\nSadly, gun shot holes was not covered in the warranty.\n\nAnother call this guy went on was this:\n\nThere was this woman who had completely gummed up her washing machine with crayon wax. Tons and tons of crayon wax. She had washed a load of crayons, which melted in the hot water and got in every crack and hole in the machine.\n\nWhen the man asked her, “Why on earth would you put crayons in your washing machine?!” she told him, “Oh, well my children came to me and said their crayons were dirty, and on the side of the crayons they said 'washable'!”\n\nShe was not covered by her warranty either.",
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"content": "Story Time!<br /><br />This one's from when I was in high school.<br /><br />So, having just been freed of “No Child Left Behind”, my state made the brilliant choice of replacing one stupid test with a different stupid test.<br /><br />Luckily, I had already taken all the tests I needed to pass by law to graduate, but for a while there we didn't know if my whole grade level would need to take and pass this new test to pass high school. It was left up in the air and then finally shot down—thankfully.<br /><br />But you can only imagine the chaos that happened while we were in limbo as the teachers rushed to reteach us how to take this new test that was graded very, very differently from old one. All those 'test taking skills' they teach instead of, you know, an education had to be untaught and retaught in a matter of a few months encase everyone's necks were going to be put on the line here.<br /><br />So, we took the pre test to see how far we needed to go. We had to read two articles on similar subjects (Social justice related, btw), then write and essay about the prompt using quotes from both articles as support.<br /><br />Not the worst idea for an ELA test, not compared to what we were doing before which boils down to 'Write good, pull stuff out butt to make writing sound gooder!'.<br /><br />And being a writer myself, this test was going to be nothing more than an annoyance for me. I could probably pass it in my sleep.<br /><br />Now, where the train goes flying off the rails is in how the pre-test was graded. <br /><br />With a computer.<br /><br />A program would read your essay and grade it.<br /><br />Youtube owned by Google can't get its AI robots to figure out the context in which something is happening. How is the education fund of my state supposed to pay for an AI which isn't total crap when we're working on a budget of store brand ham sandwiches and wood chips?<br /><br />When I submit my essay I expect to get something between a four and a six. Three is passing—barely. <br /><br />I'm told my writing cannot be scored.<br /><br />I'm told my writing cannot be scored because my word choice is so different from my peer's.<br /><br />Hold the phone. Think about that for three seconds. Let your eye twitch a bit. Hit your head into a wall if you need to.<br /><br />I don't need to explain way that's screwed up.<br /><br />I'm in an honor's class, mind you, and every single person in my class doesn't score anything higher than a two. <br /><br />In fact, out of the almost two hundred students my teachers taught that year, only six students, all from her standard classes, pass with threes.<br /><br />My teacher is panicking. Every ELA teacher in the school is. <br /><br />But it gets worst.<br /><br />So, my teacher's in a rush to get to the ELA teacher's meeting, right? The one where they need to figure out how they're going to save theirs and ours butts—because their jobs are on the line just as much as our diplomas. (Its worst for them because even if this year didn't need to test to pass, this is the crap they're stuck teaching now.) My teacher prints out the six essays that passed, not having a chance to read them before the meeting, so at the meeting she leafs through them. <br /><br />She notices something.<br /><br />Three of the essays are identical.<br /><br />Then she realizes something.<br /><br />These three 'essays' are the two articles from the test copied and pasted into the response box. <br /><br />And the test grading AI scored those tests that COPIED THE WHOLE ARTICLES UNEDITED as passing.<br /><br />While my test was not able to be scored because I use much more varied wording than my classmates.<br /><br />. _ .",
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"content": "Story Time!\n\nThis one's from when I was in high school.\n\nSo, having just been freed of “No Child Left Behind”, my state made the brilliant choice of replacing one stupid test with a different stupid test.\n\nLuckily, I had already taken all the tests I needed to pass by law to graduate, but for a while there we didn't know if my whole grade level would need to take and pass this new test to pass high school. It was left up in the air and then finally shot down—thankfully.\n\nBut you can only imagine the chaos that happened while we were in limbo as the teachers rushed to reteach us how to take this new test that was graded very, very differently from old one. All those 'test taking skills' they teach instead of, you know, an education had to be untaught and retaught in a matter of a few months encase everyone's necks were going to be put on the line here.\n\nSo, we took the pre test to see how far we needed to go. We had to read two articles on similar subjects (Social justice related, btw), then write and essay about the prompt using quotes from both articles as support.\n\nNot the worst idea for an ELA test, not compared to what we were doing before which boils down to 'Write good, pull stuff out butt to make writing sound gooder!'.\n\nAnd being a writer myself, this test was going to be nothing more than an annoyance for me. I could probably pass it in my sleep.\n\nNow, where the train goes flying off the rails is in how the pre-test was graded. \n\nWith a computer.\n\nA program would read your essay and grade it.\n\nYoutube owned by Google can't get its AI robots to figure out the context in which something is happening. How is the education fund of my state supposed to pay for an AI which isn't total crap when we're working on a budget of store brand ham sandwiches and wood chips?\n\nWhen I submit my essay I expect to get something between a four and a six. Three is passing—barely. \n\nI'm told my writing cannot be scored.\n\nI'm told my writing cannot be scored because my word choice is so different from my peer's.\n\nHold the phone. Think about that for three seconds. Let your eye twitch a bit. Hit your head into a wall if you need to.\n\nI don't need to explain way that's screwed up.\n\nI'm in an honor's class, mind you, and every single person in my class doesn't score anything higher than a two. \n\nIn fact, out of the almost two hundred students my teachers taught that year, only six students, all from her standard classes, pass with threes.\n\nMy teacher is panicking. Every ELA teacher in the school is. \n\nBut it gets worst.\n\nSo, my teacher's in a rush to get to the ELA teacher's meeting, right? The one where they need to figure out how they're going to save theirs and ours butts—because their jobs are on the line just as much as our diplomas. (Its worst for them because even if this year didn't need to test to pass, this is the crap they're stuck teaching now.) My teacher prints out the six essays that passed, not having a chance to read them before the meeting, so at the meeting she leafs through them. \n\nShe notices something.\n\nThree of the essays are identical.\n\nThen she realizes something.\n\nThese three 'essays' are the two articles from the test copied and pasted into the response box. \n\nAnd the test grading AI scored those tests that COPIED THE WHOLE ARTICLES UNEDITED as passing.\n\nWhile my test was not able to be scored because I use much more varied wording than my classmates.\n\n. _ .",
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"content": "Story time!<br /><br />When I was a kid, me and my mom spent the weekends at her boyfriend's house in the country. He lived in a double wide trailer on a several acre plot of land.<br /><br />One evening they had stepped outside to smoke their cigarettes. When they open the back door they see something big scrambling off the property towards the trees. Because it was so far out away from the light they couldn't make out exactly what it was, but whatever it was, it got startled and ran off when it heard them.<br /><br />So my mom's boyfriend checks for tracks the next morning. It had been a bear. <br /><br />Keep in mind I was a kid at this time, and being from the suburbs I had never been around wild bears before, so to think there was one running around in the woods near by really shook me.<br /><br />Fast forward to the next night at dinner.<br /><br />We're all sitting around at the table, eating, chatting, and suddenly the front door is pounded on so hard it rattles on its hinges. <br /><br />My mom starts screaming. And because I'm a kid, and my mom's screaming, I start screaming, thinking its the bear coming to get us.<br /><br />But her boyfriend just looks at us, says, “Relax, its just someone at the door.” He gets up and answers it.<br /><br />(In our defense the door had a door bell and we'd never heard it be pounded this forcefully before.)<br /><br />He finds a package at his feet and the UPS guy is running down the one acre long gravel driveway like his butt is on fire, towards his truck which is parked in the road. He's already half way to his truck by the time my mom's boyfriend opens the door. May I remind you, he's running down an acre long driveway.<br /><br />So my mom's boyfriend calls, “You want me to sign for this?!” And the UPS guy pauses a second, turns around, shakes his head no, wildly waving his hands, continues his acre long dash, hops in his truck, pulls a U-turn right there on the road, and almost hits the mailbox as he speeds away.<br /><br />And that's the story of how me and my mom accidentally scared the crap out of a UPS guy because we thought he was a bear.",
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"content": "Story time!\n\nWhen I was a kid, me and my mom spent the weekends at her boyfriend's house in the country. He lived in a double wide trailer on a several acre plot of land.\n\nOne evening they had stepped outside to smoke their cigarettes. When they open the back door they see something big scrambling off the property towards the trees. Because it was so far out away from the light they couldn't make out exactly what it was, but whatever it was, it got startled and ran off when it heard them.\n\nSo my mom's boyfriend checks for tracks the next morning. It had been a bear. \n\nKeep in mind I was a kid at this time, and being from the suburbs I had never been around wild bears before, so to think there was one running around in the woods near by really shook me.\n\nFast forward to the next night at dinner.\n\nWe're all sitting around at the table, eating, chatting, and suddenly the front door is pounded on so hard it rattles on its hinges. \n\nMy mom starts screaming. And because I'm a kid, and my mom's screaming, I start screaming, thinking its the bear coming to get us.\n\nBut her boyfriend just looks at us, says, “Relax, its just someone at the door.” He gets up and answers it.\n\n(In our defense the door had a door bell and we'd never heard it be pounded this forcefully before.)\n\nHe finds a package at his feet and the UPS guy is running down the one acre long gravel driveway like his butt is on fire, towards his truck which is parked in the road. He's already half way to his truck by the time my mom's boyfriend opens the door. May I remind you, he's running down an acre long driveway.\n\nSo my mom's boyfriend calls, “You want me to sign for this?!” And the UPS guy pauses a second, turns around, shakes his head no, wildly waving his hands, continues his acre long dash, hops in his truck, pulls a U-turn right there on the road, and almost hits the mailbox as he speeds away.\n\nAnd that's the story of how me and my mom accidentally scared the crap out of a UPS guy because we thought he was a bear.",
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"content": "Story time!<br /><br />So, when I was a kid I lived on in a bottom floor apartment of a complex with three story high buildings.<br /><br />One of my neighbors, who lived on the third story, had Boston Terrier named Cooper. My grandma agreed to dog sit for a week when they family had to go out of town. Cooper would stay in his own apartment and we'd have to walk him a couple times a day and feed him. <br /><br />So we go upstairs, unlock the door, and go into the apartment for the first time. <br /><br />There's no dog. <br /><br />It sounds like water's running in the bathroom.<br /><br />And the TV we were told had to be on at all times so the dog wouldn't go nuts is off.<br /><br />My grandmother freaks out. After five minutes standing in the living room calling for the dog—because we don't want to go into our neighbor's other rooms when they're not around—we run back down stairs and she's about ready to call the cops because of the missing dog.<br /><br />But she calms down, realizing that's not the best idea, and not wanting to call the neighbors fifteen minutes into pet sitting and explain 'we cannot find your dog', she decides we should go back upstairs and look again.<br /><br />We go back upstairs.<br /><br />Dog's there.<br /><br />All the furniture is different.<br /><br />It is a totally different apartment—the first time we went upstairs we had a mental fart and went to the second story. We had entered the apartment under Cooper's. <br /><br />Which is how we discovered keys at our apartment complex opened more than one door a piece: By accidentally breaking into our neighbor's apartment while they were in the shower and screaming for a dog that wasn't there in their living room.",
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"content": "Story time!\n\nSo, when I was a kid I lived on in a bottom floor apartment of a complex with three story high buildings.\n\nOne of my neighbors, who lived on the third story, had Boston Terrier named Cooper. My grandma agreed to dog sit for a week when they family had to go out of town. Cooper would stay in his own apartment and we'd have to walk him a couple times a day and feed him. \n\nSo we go upstairs, unlock the door, and go into the apartment for the first time. \n\nThere's no dog. \n\nIt sounds like water's running in the bathroom.\n\nAnd the TV we were told had to be on at all times so the dog wouldn't go nuts is off.\n\nMy grandmother freaks out. After five minutes standing in the living room calling for the dog—because we don't want to go into our neighbor's other rooms when they're not around—we run back down stairs and she's about ready to call the cops because of the missing dog.\n\nBut she calms down, realizing that's not the best idea, and not wanting to call the neighbors fifteen minutes into pet sitting and explain 'we cannot find your dog', she decides we should go back upstairs and look again.\n\nWe go back upstairs.\n\nDog's there.\n\nAll the furniture is different.\n\nIt is a totally different apartment—the first time we went upstairs we had a mental fart and went to the second story. We had entered the apartment under Cooper's. \n\nWhich is how we discovered keys at our apartment complex opened more than one door a piece: By accidentally breaking into our neighbor's apartment while they were in the shower and screaming for a dog that wasn't there in their living room.",
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"content": "Story Time.<br /><br />I used to work at a restaurant that also did catering.<br /><br />Once, this lady made a catering order for Caesar salad. Only Caesar salad. Seventy dollars worth of Caesar salad.<br /><br />Alrighty. <br /><br />So, why did it seem reasonable to serve only bunny food at a party? Who knows. Maybe she was hosting the first national gathering of rabbitkin.<br /><br />But after the party she shows back up with a little over half of the salad. Apparently she didn't use it all and wanted a forty five dollar refund for the left overs. Keep in mind if we actually accepted the food back we'd have to throw it out—its inhumane to feed people with the second hand food that was in the custody of a total loon.<br /><br />People now a days.<br /><br />And the manager actually gave her her refund. He rather be held accountable by the company for giving into such a crazy demand than argue for a single minute with this chick.<br /><br />",
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"content": "Story Time.\n\nI used to work at a restaurant that also did catering.\n\nOnce, this lady made a catering order for Caesar salad. Only Caesar salad. Seventy dollars worth of Caesar salad.\n\nAlrighty. \n\nSo, why did it seem reasonable to serve only bunny food at a party? Who knows. Maybe she was hosting the first national gathering of rabbitkin.\n\nBut after the party she shows back up with a little over half of the salad. Apparently she didn't use it all and wanted a forty five dollar refund for the left overs. Keep in mind if we actually accepted the food back we'd have to throw it out—its inhumane to feed people with the second hand food that was in the custody of a total loon.\n\nPeople now a days.\n\nAnd the manager actually gave her her refund. He rather be held accountable by the company for giving into such a crazy demand than argue for a single minute with this chick.\n\n",
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"content": "An interesting vid.<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAlIQZEJ0ho\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAlIQZEJ0ho</a><br /><br />",
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"content": "Story time!<br /><br />This one's from when I was in high school.<br /><br />So there was a really, really bad storm one day during last period—so bad in fact the school deemed it so dangerous they couldn't let anyone leave till things died off a bit.<br /><br />I was tried, wet (because the campus is an open campus so I got rained on between class, favoring being in the storm to being stuck milling forward one half set at a time in a crowd of sweaty teenagers pack under the covered parts of the halls), hungry, and just wanted to take some headache medicine. <br /><br />I think everyone around me also felt just about the same.<br /><br />Well, my neighbor had a dog, a little spit of a dog, a mini pinscher called 'Gun'. Gun would almost always ride in the car with my neighbor as they came to pick up their. And never once did this dog ever jump out of the car—that is until today because I guess wet hell breaking loose from the sky really made it want to pee or something.<br /><br />So the dog slips out unnoticed as the kid gets into the car because everyone's in a hurry to get home before things take a turn for the worst again, and this dog is much smaller than the size of a normal cat. The kid closes the car door, the car starts to move forward, and Gun takes off for a trees.<br /><br />Not in my right mind because of my pounding headache, I scream out “GUN! GUN! GUN! GUN!” trying to get the attention of the dog and the owner at the same time before it gets to the tree line and disappears or the car leaves the pick up zone.<br /><br />The car stops, the kid flies out, collects the mini pinscher, nods at me, and I get into my car.<br /><br />Only then it occur to me I had just screamed the word gun several times in a school zone. <br /><br />Moral of the story, please don't bring your dogs named after weapons to school if you want to avoid awkward moments with security officers.<br /><br />Just kidding. There was never any security officers around. This is a public school I went to. For once that worked in my favor.",
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"content": "Story time!\n\nThis one's from when I was in high school.\n\nSo there was a really, really bad storm one day during last period—so bad in fact the school deemed it so dangerous they couldn't let anyone leave till things died off a bit.\n\nI was tried, wet (because the campus is an open campus so I got rained on between class, favoring being in the storm to being stuck milling forward one half set at a time in a crowd of sweaty teenagers pack under the covered parts of the halls), hungry, and just wanted to take some headache medicine. \n\nI think everyone around me also felt just about the same.\n\nWell, my neighbor had a dog, a little spit of a dog, a mini pinscher called 'Gun'. Gun would almost always ride in the car with my neighbor as they came to pick up their. And never once did this dog ever jump out of the car—that is until today because I guess wet hell breaking loose from the sky really made it want to pee or something.\n\nSo the dog slips out unnoticed as the kid gets into the car because everyone's in a hurry to get home before things take a turn for the worst again, and this dog is much smaller than the size of a normal cat. The kid closes the car door, the car starts to move forward, and Gun takes off for a trees.\n\nNot in my right mind because of my pounding headache, I scream out “GUN! GUN! GUN! GUN!” trying to get the attention of the dog and the owner at the same time before it gets to the tree line and disappears or the car leaves the pick up zone.\n\nThe car stops, the kid flies out, collects the mini pinscher, nods at me, and I get into my car.\n\nOnly then it occur to me I had just screamed the word gun several times in a school zone. \n\nMoral of the story, please don't bring your dogs named after weapons to school if you want to avoid awkward moments with security officers.\n\nJust kidding. There was never any security officers around. This is a public school I went to. For once that worked in my favor.",
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"content": "<a href=\"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9TRSBijYNU\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9TRSBijYNU</a><br /><br />My midnight rambling about the first episode of the anime that by and large is considered to be the worst of its season. <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=handshakers\" title=\"#handshakers\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#handshakers</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=anime\" title=\"#anime\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#anime</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=animereview\" title=\"#animereview\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#animereview</a>",
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