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Fun fact from Craig Bartlett: Arnold didn’t have a last name for the first 10 years of his existence because Craig simply couldn’t think of a good one. They even made jokes about it for five seasons — like his bus pass saying “BORN: YES.” Then Tim Parsons suggested... show more

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His name, “Lee Heeseung,” means “succeed the emperor.” Even his hyung, Heedo, has a name with the same meaning, and it was given by their grandfather… This is NOT a coincidence😭 They couldn’t just choose any name for him, it HAD to be this one because they had to include the predetermined generational syllable used for members of the same lineage. And we were all joking before that he looked like a prince, turns out he’s actually a real prince😭

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In 1987 researchers recorded the voice of the last Kaua'i 'ō'ō bird calling for a mate. He sang his part and then paused for a female who would never reply. The last female had likely been killed in a hurricane years earlier. When the researchers played the recording back the male flew straight towards the sound thinking he had finally found her. It was the last time the species was ever heard.

In 1987 researchers recorded the voice of the last Kaua'i 'ō'ō bird calling for a mate. He sang his part and then paused for a female who would never reply. The last female had likely been killed in a hurricane years earlier. When the researchers played the recording back the male flew straight towards the sound thinking he had finally found her. It was the last time the species was ever heard.

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“One time— there’s footage of it and it’s actually amazing ‘cause it makes me look great; but on stage, Harry was right next to a pyro and the pyro was about to go off ‘cause they were on timers and he had a towel over his head and he had his head over the pyro and he didn’t see that the pyro was there, so I just kind of like— you see me run from one side of the stage and push him out of the way, and the pyro kind of like explodes in front of his face; that was really dangerous.” -Zayn talking about the time he saved Harry from a pyro on stage, via Hot Ones.

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🚨 Ajinkya Rahane reveals a major secret about MS Dhoni in his first interview after retirement 🎙️ " He is a very normal human being, just like everyone else. And it's true, he had a suite in the hotel, and the door was open 24/7. It was his subtle way of letting everyone know that if the door was open, they were welcome to come in, talk cricket, hang out, or just relax. Sometimes there would be 10 or 15 people in his room, and at times, even the entire team. But when the door was closed, no one was allowed in. That meant it was sleep time for MS "

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so gyuvin was the one who set his contact as ‘!’ on ricky’s phone himself😭 👤 why is gyuvin’s contact name saved as “!”? does it mean something? 🐱 it’s not like i personally set that nickname for him, i just don’t really have a habit of changing people’s contact names, so i keep their original names 👤then what was his original contact name? 🐱 i think he was actually the one who changed it himself to that exclamation mark 👤 oh the exclamation mark! what is that even supposed to mean? 🐱i have no idea either, you definitely need to ask him about it

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A point of utter embarrassment and shame for many Iranians is the manner in which elements of the diaspora danced on the streets in Western capitals as bombs rained on Tehran. It is also a source for a lot of anger among Iranians in Iran who oppose the theocracy but nevertheless did not favor war and who are stunned to see some in the Diaspora being so indifferent to the suffering caused by the war. But there is another aspect that deserves closer scrutiny. These, almost exclusively pro-Shah elements of the Diaspora, did not dance to celebrate the downfall of the regime. They didn't dance because they had won. They simply danced because the war had started, nothing more. As if their goal was neither freedom nor democracy, but simply revenge and the pleasure they took from seeing Iran bombed. Had they danced after the theocracy had fallen (which it hasn't), it would be a bit different. It would be a moment where they could argue that the price was very high, but because the regime is defeated, it was worth it, and, as a result, a cause for celebration. But they didn't wait for the regime to fall. They danced right away. Signalling that the cost was worth it, EVEN IF the regime didn't fall. Because it was always about selfish revenge, not freedom.

A point of utter embarrassment and shame for many Iranians is the manner in which elements of the diaspora danced on the streets in Western capitals as bombs rained on Tehran. It is also a source for a lot of anger among Iranians in Iran who oppose the theocracy but nevertheless did not favor war and who are stunned to see some in the Diaspora being so indifferent to the suffering caused by the war. But there is another aspect that deserves closer scrutiny. These, almost exclusively pro-Shah elements of the Diaspora, did not dance to celebrate the downfall of the regime. They didn't dance because they had won. They simply danced because the war had started, nothing more. As if their goal was neither freedom nor democracy, but simply revenge and the pleasure they took from seeing Iran bombed. Had they danced after the theocracy had fallen (which it hasn't), it would be a bit different. It would be a moment where they could argue that the price was very high, but because the regime is defeated, it was worth it, and, as a result, a cause for celebration. But they didn't wait for the regime to fall. They danced right away. Signalling that the cost was worth it, EVEN IF the regime didn't fall. Because it was always about selfish revenge, not freedom.

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🇯🇵 A brainless blob reproduced the Tokyo rail network in 26 hours. It was not trying to solve a transport problem. It was trying to eat oat flakes. Physarum polycephalum is, to be generous, a blob. Pale, damp, the size of a thumbnail, it has no brain, no nervous system, and no cells that could reasonably be accused of thinking. Scientists had studied it for years without feeling particularly threatened by it. Then someone put it in a maze. Within hours, Physarum had found the shortest route between entrance and exit. Not by wandering randomly. Not by luck. By something that had no name, because everyone had assumed it required a brain. This was interesting enough. What happened next was embarrassing. In 2010, a researcher named Toshiyuki Nakagaki and his team placed a piece of slime mold at the centre of a damp map of greater Tokyo. Around it, at the locations of 36 surrounding cities, they put small piles of oat flakes. Then they left the room. The organism did what it always does. It explored. Thin tendrils pushed outward in every direction, feeling for food. When a tendril found an oat flake, that connection strengthened. When a path led nowhere useful, it was quietly dismantled. The slime mold was not planning. It was simply following local chemistry, the same way it had been doing for 500 million years. After 26 hours, the exploration was over. What remained was a sparse, elegant network of tubes connecting all 36 cities to each other. Not a tangle. Not a web covering everything. A clean, efficient system with strong main corridors between the busiest points and lighter connections branching where they were needed. The team held it up next to the actual Tokyo rail map. The corridors matched. The branch lines matched. Even the redundant connections, the backup routes engineers had added so the system could survive a single failure, appeared in nearly the same places. The slime mold had not just found the cities. It had independently arrived at the same logic that Japanese railway engineers had spent decades refining. By some measures, its network was more robust than the one humans had built. There is no headquarters inside Physarum, no moment where anyone decides anything. The intelligence, if that is even the right word, lives entirely in one simple rule repeated across millions of connections: strengthen what works, abandon what doesn’t. That rule, applied blindly and without awareness, produces something that looks unnervingly like wisdom. The slime mold was not trying to redesign the Tokyo rail network. It was trying to eat breakfast. It just turns out that the most efficient way to eat breakfast, when your breakfast is scattered across a map of greater Tokyo, looks a great deal like good urban planning 😅 Gandalv / Gandalv

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🇺🇸 He ran toward the burning World Trade Center to save his sister. A fire truck became his coffin on the morning of 9/11. His name was Michael Weinberg. He was 34. A firefighter with Engine 1, Ladder 24, in Manhattan. September 11, 2001. He was off duty. Standing in the clubhouse at Forest Park Golf Course in Queens. Waiting to start a round. Then someone said a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Weinberg’s sister, Patricia, worked in the second tower. He didn’t finish his coffee. He didn’t call anyone first. He ran. Traffic choked every road leading into Manhattan. He abandoned his own car in Long Island City. He climbed onto a passing emergency vehicle instead. A stranger’s truck. Whatever got him there fastest. He reached his firehouse. He geared up. He headed toward the towers with the rest of his company. His sister was still inside. He didn’t know if she had made it out yet. She had. He didn’t. Weinberg took shelter beneath a fire truck when the South Tower came down. A captain was with him. So was Chaplain Mychal Judge, the department’s beloved chaplain, already gone by then himself. None of them made it out from under that truck. Weinberg became one of 343 New York City firefighters lost that single morning. His father, Morty, had been a firefighter for fifteen years himself. “I knew he was gone immediately,” he said. There was no ambiguity in his voice. Just the certainty of a father who understood exactly what his son had run toward. Five years later, neighbors in Maspeth still spoke about him like he might walk through the door. The golf clubs he never picked back up. The car he left running in Long Island City. The sister who made it out because, for one single morning, nothing mattered to him more than getting to her. He never got the chance to see that she had. A man who left a golf course mid-swing and ran directly into the worst morning in American history, because somewhere inside a burning building was someone he loved. He didn’t hesitate once. Not when the plane hit. Not when traffic stopped him. Not when a truck full of strangers was the only way through. Michael Weinberg made his choice in the time it takes to put down a golf club. The city he ran toward never got the chance to thank him properly. His name is etched into a wall of nearly three thousand others now, one line among so many, but behind every single one of them is a story just like his. A man who chose his sister over his own safety, in the space of a single phone call he never even needed to place. Rest easy, Michael. 🇺🇸💔🙏

🇺🇸 He ran toward the burning World Trade Center to save his sister. A fire truck became his coffin on the morning of 9/11. His name was Michael Weinberg. He was 34. A firefighter with Engine 1, Ladder 24, in Manhattan. September 11, 2001. He was off duty. Standing in the clubhouse at Forest Park Golf Course in Queens. Waiting to start a round. Then someone said a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Weinberg’s sister, Patricia, worked in the second tower. He didn’t finish his coffee. He didn’t call anyone first. He ran. Traffic choked every road leading into Manhattan. He abandoned his own car in Long Island City. He climbed onto a passing emergency vehicle instead. A stranger’s truck. Whatever got him there fastest. He reached his firehouse. He geared up. He headed toward the towers with the rest of his company. His sister was still inside. He didn’t know if she had made it out yet. She had. He didn’t. Weinberg took shelter beneath a fire truck when the South Tower came down. A captain was with him. So was Chaplain Mychal Judge, the department’s beloved chaplain, already gone by then himself. None of them made it out from under that truck. Weinberg became one of 343 New York City firefighters lost that single morning. His father, Morty, had been a firefighter for fifteen years himself. “I knew he was gone immediately,” he said. There was no ambiguity in his voice. Just the certainty of a father who understood exactly what his son had run toward. Five years later, neighbors in Maspeth still spoke about him like he might walk through the door. The golf clubs he never picked back up. The car he left running in Long Island City. The sister who made it out because, for one single morning, nothing mattered to him more than getting to her. He never got the chance to see that she had. A man who left a golf course mid-swing and ran directly into the worst morning in American history, because somewhere inside a burning building was someone he loved. He didn’t hesitate once. Not when the plane hit. Not when traffic stopped him. Not when a truck full of strangers was the only way through. Michael Weinberg made his choice in the time it takes to put down a golf club. The city he ran toward never got the chance to thank him properly. His name is etched into a wall of nearly three thousand others now, one line among so many, but behind every single one of them is a story just like his. A man who chose his sister over his own safety, in the space of a single phone call he never even needed to place. Rest easy, Michael. 🇺🇸💔🙏

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Tyler didn't take a shot and was probably just honeydicked to show up in the morning to be seen on camera.. his rifle had dust in the barrel and his DNA was on it but degraded. They didn't find his fingerprints or his DNA on the roof even though he GI Joe'd from the rooftop without gloves. We don't have a single frame of video that shows the rifle near the crime scene and we don't have his license plate scanned even though he parked in a paid lot that processes payments with the license plate. The microphone wasn't in Charlie's possession and the only time he saw it was when his AV team clipped it on its side underneath his shirt... the same AV team that makes a selfie video while hiding behind a wall saying that "they killed Charlie" and then goes and pulls the SD cards from the cameras that were around Charlie. As far as we know that microphone could have had explosives in it for months. The walkie talkies were used by Hezbolla for years before the Israelis blew them up remotely.

Tyler didn't take a shot and was probably just honeydicked to show up in the morning to be seen on camera.. his rifle had dust in the barrel and his DNA was on it but degraded. They didn't find his fingerprints or his DNA on the roof even though he GI Joe'd from the rooftop without gloves. We don't have a single frame of video that shows the rifle near the crime scene and we don't have his license plate scanned even though he parked in a paid lot that processes payments with the license plate. The microphone wasn't in Charlie's possession and the only time he saw it was when his AV team clipped it on its side underneath his shirt... the same AV team that makes a selfie video while hiding behind a wall saying that "they killed Charlie" and then goes and pulls the SD cards from the cameras that were around Charlie. As far as we know that microphone could have had explosives in it for months. The walkie talkies were used by Hezbolla for years before the Israelis blew them up remotely.

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Just days after the Kiev regime was “devastated” by a “Russian” strike on the Kiev Pechersk Lavra, a few thugs tied to the “Orthodox Church of Ukraine Ltd.” seized the St. Alexander Nevsky Church in Odessa, forcing its parishioners out and injuring one of them. Earlier, the church was carefully restored by the local community and the raiders had been having their eyes on it for some time, forging documents and preparing for the operation. The new administrators have already announced they will rename it, changing its patron from Alexander Nevsky to Agapetus of the Pechersk. One has to wonder: what would St. Agapetus think of his name being used as a political tool in a hostile takeover?

Just days after the Kiev regime was “devastated” by a “Russian” strike on the Kiev Pechersk Lavra, a few thugs tied to the “Orthodox Church of Ukraine Ltd.” seized the St. Alexander Nevsky Church in Odessa, forcing its parishioners out and injuring one of them. Earlier, the church was carefully restored by the local community and the raiders had been having their eyes on it for some time, forging documents and preparing for the operation. The new administrators have already announced they will rename it, changing its patron from Alexander Nevsky to Agapetus of the Pechersk. One has to wonder: what would St. Agapetus think of his name being used as a political tool in a hostile takeover?

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😳 “They don’t even have shirts — what do they need buttons for?” A tourist in Vietnam left his soaked shirt out to dry and went to sleep. In the morning, he found an entire colony of black ants swarming over the buttons: they had already managed to remove one, while two others were still being worked on. Social media users suggested the insects may have been attracted to galalith — an old type of plastic made from the milk protein casein, which was indeed once used to make buttons. However, it is unclear whether these particular buttons were actually made of galalith.

😳 “They don’t even have shirts — what do they need buttons for?” A tourist in Vietnam left his soaked shirt out to dry and went to sleep. In the morning, he found an entire colony of black ants swarming over the buttons: they had already managed to remove one, while two others were still being worked on. Social media users suggested the insects may have been attracted to galalith — an old type of plastic made from the milk protein casein, which was indeed once used to make buttons. However, it is unclear whether these particular buttons were actually made of galalith.

NEXTA

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$Today, near my home, a CCTV camera captured a moment that truly felt like a miracle. A brother and his sister were out shopping together when the brother suddenly noticed a small child wandering onto the road. At that exact moment, a speeding vehicle was rushing toward the child. Without wasting even a second, the brother sprinted forward. Just as the vehicle was about to reach the child, he scooped the little one into his arms in the blink of an eye. The vehicle sped past, and the child escaped without a single injury. It was one of those rare moments that made everyone believe the child had been protected by God. If the young man had hesitated for even a fraction of a second, the outcome could have been heartbreaking. Sometimes, ordinary people become heroes simply by acting without thinking twice.$

Today, near my home, a CCTV camera captured a moment that truly felt like a miracle. A brother and his sister were out shopping together when the brother suddenly noticed a small child wandering onto the road. At that exact moment, a speeding vehicle was rushing toward the child. Without wasting even a second, the brother sprinted forward. Just as the vehicle was about to reach the child, he scooped the little one into his arms in the blink of an eye. The vehicle sped past, and the child escaped without a single injury. It was one of those rare moments that made everyone believe the child had been protected by God. If the young man had hesitated for even a fraction of a second, the outcome could have been heartbreaking. Sometimes, ordinary people become heroes simply by acting without thinking twice.

Aradhya

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back in 1994, a lady sued michael and claimed he was the father of her child that she had in the 80s, michael was so sick of the obvious mentally ill woman saying he was the child’s father that he took a DNA test at one point to clear his name, they never met a day in his life.😭

back in 1994, a lady sued michael and claimed he was the father of her child that she had in the 80s, michael was so sick of the obvious mentally ill woman saying he was the child’s father that he took a DNA test at one point to clear his name, they never met a day in his life.😭

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