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On July 20, @elonmusk asked:
“Question the quietness of the cosmos.”
The mood: eerie calm.
But what if the cosmos isn’t quiet?
What if it’s waiting for you to speak?
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Bought a $1,742.80 camera online from BestBuy.
The FedEx delivery driver stole it. FedEx admitted it.
But BestBuy won’t give a refund. They said we need to “work with local law enforcement.”
Thought everyone should know if you buy from @BestBuy and a @FedEx driver steals what you paid for, your money is gone. Neither company will make it right.
I’ve spent over $30K at BestBuy and will never spend another penny there.
The attempt to sabotage a photographer’s chances ended up creating the most memorable image of his career.
Everyone at the regional zoo photography competition knew he was the favorite. Year after year, his elephant photographs stood out, and he had earned a reputation for being one of the friendliest people there, always gracious even when others hoped someone else would finally take the top prize.
So when a zoo insider quietly helped a competing friend, they thought they had found the perfect way to stop him. He was assigned the worst elephant viewing slot of the day, a time when the elephants were usually resting and inactive. Since his winning images often showcased their strength, movement, and personality, it seemed like a guaranteed disadvantage. He realized exactly what was happening, but instead of arguing or complaining, he simply picked up his camera and headed in as if nothing had changed.
When he arrived, he found an elephant peacefully resting among a pile of old tires, completely still, with a small butterfly perched on its trunk. Rather than trying to force a dramatic shot, he patiently waited. Moments later, the elephant opened its eyes and awkwardly crossed them to look at the butterfly sitting inches from its face.
The result was one of the funniest and most unexpected wildlife photographs anyone at the event had ever seen. 😂
The image went on to win the competition and quickly spread far beyond it, becoming a reminder that sometimes the obstacle meant to hold you back ends up leading directly to your greatest opportunity.
Charlie Sheen reveals the time he spent $7,000 on 2,200 seats to catch a Cecil Fielder home run
“That was April 1996. I did it for Cecil Fielder. In Anaheim at the Big A”
“I called because I wanted to sit in that section. They said, ‘Well, that section’s closed. It’s an underattended game.’ I said, ‘Okay, what about this? How many seats are in that section?’”
“They were like, ‘Uh, 2,200.’ And I said, ‘What if I wanted to buy all of them? What kind of break could you cut me? What kind of deal could you swing?’ I think it came out to something like $7,000”
“It was left field. I wanted to force the hand of the baseball gods and not just catch a foul ball, but catch a home run ball. I figured if I’ve got the entire left-field stands with a couple buddies of mine, I’ve stacked the deck”
“We were hammered. We barely made it to the game. There’s also a great shot in Sports Illustrated of me standing like this with a glove and the empty stands behind me”
“We didn’t catch anything that night. And the next night, not just in that section, but in our seats, four home runs were hit. You can’t force the hand of the baseball gods”
@LBC@NickFerrariLBC Anybody consider the police might have given a 'talk' to the dad about what he could say without being arrested, and then handed him the line these greasy politicians are all clinging to keep the populace from lynching them?
@bruce_mcgonigal It's..uh...complete...in a way. Like he was handed a bunch of question like, "What's your favorite pet causes? A group you need to appease?" and then given a piece of paper with blanks he was supposed to fill in with the random words he chose to tell a story.
Mathew, you don't respect the difference between 'discernment' and 'discrimination'.
When you have to do labor to bring home money for your family you learn 'discernment'.
When you write papers for a master's degree you learn 'discrimination'.
A blue-collar worker learns to work with people who can 'get it done' regardless of where they came from. You've been taught to sit in moral judgement of these people because they put their prejudice right up front to find out if it will get in the way of 'getting it done' and to find a way to get through.
But, your ideas are less than a 100 years old, and the trades have existed since before the bronze age. You don't have the wisdom of the trades. Obviously, what they do works.
The trades don't give two shits about 'discrimination' and they'll still be 'getting it done' in another five thousands years from now.
Doom and Age of Empires creator Sandy Petersen blasts Amazon over their handling of Stargate:
"1) get handed a massively popular IP that spans 17 years of successful shows."
"2) realize it has millions of loyal fans, desperate for more. They are now in their 40s and 50s, flush with money. Eager to teach their kids & grandkids about Stargate."
"3) you could start with this. You are already three steps up the ladder to huge success. The fans will evangelize it, if you don't wreck the IP. Don't believe it? Look how the fans evangelized Battlestar Galactica after its 30 year hiatus. And the initial Dr Who reboot after 15 years."
"4) cancel the project because you want a "new take" that will eliminate all the loyal fans and turn them into bitter enemies."
"It's like an ancient Greek play about hubris."
Why are corporate execs like this?
@BlondeOfWar the older brother/younger brother at play dynamic on perfect display. The younger brother wouldn't dare to miss and smack the older brother. The older brother- not too concerned...
In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called.
I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years.
"Nobunaga."
He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly.
"Perfect. Banana, party of one."
Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now.
Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands.
I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready.
It woke.
It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master.
He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room.
"BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!"
A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me.
All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!"
So tell me honestly.
For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came.
When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana?
Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.
@toobaffled I told you from day 1 where this would end up and you laughed at the 'slippery slope' argument.
It will be 'celebrated' as 'de-citizenship day.' You can show up or not, but all assets are seized and you'll have no access to any cash or resources. But, it won't be compulsion...
@therealmrbench It's timed perfectly. By the next election the Boomer block will finally be too small to block vote out the Liberals. And finally the gov't gets their Golden parachutes and nest eggs. Liberals couldn't WAIT to stab the Boomers in the back.
@therealmrbench It's timed perfectly. By the next election the Boomer block will finally be too small to block vote out the Liberals. And finally the gov't gets their Golden parachutes and nest eggs. Liberals couldn't WAIT to stab the Boomers in the back.