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Animals, Cats, and Deer: Fun animal facts I have learned being a zoo cdocent lavendersucculents fuckyeahshezza madlori 1. There are several ways to classify the large cats, one of the more useful ones is into the roaring cats (tigers, lions) and the purring cats (bobcats lynxes). The puma (also known as the mountain lion) is the largest cat that purrs. I've heard it up close, it's amazing. A cheetah's purr sounds like an idling motorcycle engine 2. Kangaroos cannot move their legs independently of each other, they have to move them in sync - when they're on land. When they're swimming, they can move them separately. Hopping is their most efficient way to move - a walking kangaroo is awkward as hell. They swing both legs forward using their tail as a third leg to prop up while their legs swing 3. People often think that flamingoes' knees bend the wrong way. They don't the joint you're seeing in the middle of their leg isn't their knee, it's their ankle. Their knee is up by their body, and it bends the same way ours does 4. Giraffes only sleep 1-2 hours a day 5. Bald eagles' vocalizations are not what you expect. When you see a flying bald eagle in the movies and hear that majestic caw sound? That isn't an eagle, it's been dubbed over with another bird, usually a red-tailed hawk. Bald eagles actually sound...not majestic. Kind of like if a kitten could be a bird 6. Elephants are one of only a handful of animals that can pass the mirror test - in other words, they can recognize their own reflection (and not think t's another animal, as dogs and cats usually do). They tested this by placing a chalk mark on an elephant's forehead and then showing it a mirror. The elephant investigated the mark on its own forehead, indicating it knew that it was looking at itself. The only animals that pass this test are the higher primates, the higher cetaceans (orcas, dolphines), elephants, and weirdly magpies 7. One-fifth of all the known mammal species are bats 8. A kangaroo mother can have three joeys simultaneously at different stages of development: an embryo in her womb (kangaroos can do what's called embryonic diapause which means sort of putting the development on pause until she's ready for it to develop further), a joey in her pouch attached to one nipple, and a joey out of the pouch on the ground who nurses from the other one. The amazing thing? Each of her nipples make different formulations of milk for each joey's different nutritional needs 9. Bonobos, our closest genetic relative (they are more closely related to us than they are to either chimps or gorillas) are almost entirely non- aggressive, matriarchal, and use sex to solve all their problems. They engage in both same and opposite sex interactions, non-penetrative sex (oral, rubbing, manual) and with any age. That's an interesting area to work in, lemme tell you 10. Tortoises have super loud sex. Like, really loud 11. All grizzlies are brown bears, but not all brown bears are grizzlies (grizzlies are a sub-categorization of the brown bear) 12. Reindeer are the only deer species where both males and females grow antlers. The males shed theirs the beginning of December, the females shed theirs in the spring. So all of Santa's reindeer are girls, heh. I love telling little kids that 13. If a rhinoceros knocks off its horn, it grows back faster than you'd expect. One of ours, Rosie, has knocked hers off twice 14. Gorillas get crushes on each other. And on the humans that take care of them. Male gorillas also masturbate. I don't know if the females do, I've never seen it. Sometimes it's like a soap opera up in there 15. Langur monkeys are silvery-gray in color-their babies are bright orange Like Cheeto orange, I do not exaggerate 16. Polar bear fur is not white, it's transparent, like fiber optics. Also, thei skin is black This is all excellent and awesome and am a happier, better person for this knowledge Also, you go badass lady reindeer. Sleigh This was really cool to read actually Tortoises are loud in bed and other fun animal facts
Animals, Cats, and Deer: Fun animal facts I have learned being a zoo cdocent
 lavendersucculents
 fuckyeahshezza
 madlori
 1. There are several ways to classify the large cats, one of the more useful
 ones is into the roaring cats (tigers, lions) and the purring cats (bobcats
 lynxes). The puma (also known as the mountain lion) is the largest cat that
 purrs. I've heard it up close, it's amazing. A cheetah's purr sounds like an
 idling motorcycle engine
 2. Kangaroos cannot move their legs independently of each other, they have
 to move them in sync - when they're on land. When they're swimming, they
 can move them separately. Hopping is their most efficient way to move - a
 walking kangaroo is awkward as hell. They swing both legs forward using
 their tail as a third leg to prop up while their legs swing
 3. People often think that flamingoes' knees bend the wrong way. They don't
 the joint you're seeing in the middle of their leg isn't their knee, it's their
 ankle. Their knee is up by their body, and it bends the same way ours does
 4. Giraffes only sleep 1-2 hours a day
 5. Bald eagles' vocalizations are not what you expect. When you see a flying
 bald eagle in the movies and hear that majestic caw sound? That isn't an
 eagle, it's been dubbed over with another bird, usually a red-tailed hawk.
 Bald eagles actually sound...not majestic. Kind of like if a kitten could be a
 bird
 6. Elephants are one of only a handful of animals that can pass the mirror
 test - in other words, they can recognize their own reflection (and not think
 t's another animal, as dogs and cats usually do). They tested this by placing
 a chalk mark on an elephant's forehead and then showing it a mirror. The
 elephant investigated the mark on its own forehead, indicating it knew that it
 was looking at itself. The only animals that pass this test are the higher
 primates, the higher cetaceans (orcas, dolphines), elephants, and weirdly
 magpies
 7. One-fifth of all the known mammal species are bats
 8. A kangaroo mother can have three joeys simultaneously at different
 stages of development: an embryo in her womb (kangaroos can do what's
 called embryonic diapause which means sort of putting the development on
 pause until she's ready for it to develop further), a joey in her pouch
 attached to one nipple, and a joey out of the pouch on the ground who
 nurses from the other one. The amazing thing? Each of her nipples make
 different formulations of milk for each joey's different nutritional needs
 9. Bonobos, our closest genetic relative (they are more closely related to us
 than they are to either chimps or gorillas) are almost entirely non-
 aggressive, matriarchal, and use sex to solve all their problems. They
 engage in both same and opposite sex interactions, non-penetrative sex
 (oral, rubbing, manual) and with any age. That's an interesting area to work
 in, lemme tell you
 10. Tortoises have super loud sex. Like, really loud
 11. All grizzlies are brown bears, but not all brown bears are grizzlies
 (grizzlies are a sub-categorization of the brown bear)
 12. Reindeer are the only deer species where both males and females grow
 antlers. The males shed theirs the beginning of December, the females shed
 theirs in the spring. So all of Santa's reindeer are girls, heh. I love telling little
 kids that
 13. If a rhinoceros knocks off its horn, it grows back faster than you'd expect.
 One of ours, Rosie, has knocked hers off twice
 14. Gorillas get crushes on each other. And on the humans that take care of
 them. Male gorillas also masturbate. I don't know if the females do, I've
 never seen it. Sometimes it's like a soap opera up in there
 15. Langur monkeys are silvery-gray in color-their babies are bright orange
 Like Cheeto orange, I do not exaggerate
 16. Polar bear fur is not white, it's transparent, like fiber optics. Also, thei
 skin is black
 This is all excellent and awesome and am a happier, better person for this
 knowledge
 Also, you go badass lady reindeer. Sleigh
 This was really cool to read actually
Tortoises are loud in bed and other fun animal facts

Tortoises are loud in bed and other fun animal facts

Cats, Cheating, and Fresh: Dear neighbors who were partying last night, Being loud in your own apartment is one thing, but letting Becky stumble around slur-yelling in the hallway at 3:30 AM is another. I understand that Kristin is excited about her new stewardess job at Air Canada, but she needs to tone it the fuck down because your neighbors are trying to sleep, and quite frankly we all know that WestJet is better anyways. Have fun with those shitty benefits, Kristin. And while it's super tragic that Jen found out Chad has been cheating on her, and only a few days after they did that couple's sleigh ride in Canmore, Christ knows that nobody wants to hear about it at 4 in the fucking morning. Now my cat's awake, he's wondering what the fuck is going on, and I've got to explain to him why Tracy is so upset about the way Gilmore Girls season 8 ended that she feels the need to wander the goddamn hallway of our apartment building yelling about it right now. BTW Jen, the only reason Chad took you on that sleigh ride is because he found a cheap Groupon. You must not have heard the battlecry I let out at exactly 3:37, after listening to Megan give her 2 cents on the serious issue of the gender pay gap, for over an hour. It was something to the effect of, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" No, you must not have heard it, because Jen's aggressive cry-yelling didn't let up until 4:02, at which point she was ushered into the back of a yellow checkered cab with fresh puke starting to crust on her new Artizya flannel. My point is that after last night, I know your friends better than I know my own friends. I don't have any friends, but that's besides the point. Your friends are fucking loud, and the hallway is a ridiculous place to hang out late at night. Or ever. Actually, you should probably just move out. You're sort of the worst. Luke-warm regards, your super pissed off neighbors
Cats, Cheating, and Fresh: Dear neighbors who were partying last night,
 Being loud in your own apartment is one thing, but letting Becky
 stumble around slur-yelling in the hallway at 3:30 AM is another. I
 understand that Kristin is excited about her new stewardess job at Air
 Canada, but she needs to tone it the fuck down because your neighbors
 are trying to sleep, and quite frankly we all know that WestJet is better
 anyways. Have fun with those shitty benefits, Kristin.
 And while it's super tragic that Jen found out Chad has been cheating
 on her, and only a few days after they did that couple's sleigh ride in
 Canmore, Christ knows that nobody wants to hear about it at 4 in the
 fucking morning. Now my cat's awake, he's wondering what the fuck is
 going on, and I've got to explain to him why Tracy is so upset about the
 way Gilmore Girls season 8 ended that she feels the need to wander the
 goddamn hallway of our apartment building yelling about it right now.
 BTW Jen, the only reason Chad took you on that sleigh ride is because
 he found a cheap Groupon.
 You must not have heard the battlecry I let out at exactly 3:37, after
 listening to Megan give her 2 cents on the serious issue of the gender
 pay gap, for over an hour. It was something to the effect of, "SHUT
 THE FUCK UP!" No, you must not have heard it, because Jen's
 aggressive cry-yelling didn't let up until 4:02, at which point she was
 ushered into the back of a yellow checkered cab with fresh puke
 starting to crust on her new Artizya flannel.
 My point is that after last night, I know your friends better than I know
 my own friends. I don't have any friends, but that's besides the point.
 Your friends are fucking loud, and the hallway is a ridiculous place to
 hang out late at night. Or ever. Actually, you should probably just move
 out. You're sort of the worst.
 Luke-warm regards,
 your super pissed off neighbors
Apparently, Children, and Christmas: awkward. @howtobeprada imagine if you called the wrong number and "mom?" "no this is Morgan freeman" Reply Retweet Favorite voroxpete: arctic-hands: therobotmonster: kuroba101: prismatic-bell: 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
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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

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