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This is why I’m terrified of going to Manhattan Mini Storage. It always seems like an army of crazy hobo vampires is waiting to pop out from around those long long corridor corners.

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At first I was relieved. Robots of the future will be too busy having nonsensical arguments to bother with taking over. But the truth is AI at this stage is primitive. Below is the human equivalent of what we are watching.

Exactly, we’ve been genetically modifying crops for millennia. Look at what corn used to look like. It’s just that it’s faster now.

Anti-GMO propaganda is right up there with anti-vax nonsense.

It would also help if Nigerian media stopped promoting anti-GMO propaganda, such as claiming that “eating GMO rice is as bad as eating rice laced with rat poison”. Golden Rice and BioCassava were designed for exactly situations like those found in Nigeria, and while they are far from a magic bullet they can

How did a copy/pasted email exchange between 2 other people involve any bias on the part of Rich?

Her face makes me sad inside.

You’re giving Trump too much credit. He’s considering a guy named Ford for the Secretary of Transportation and a guy named Forrest for Secretary of the Interior (which manages the National Park Service).

Ashley, I think it’s really unfair of you to post this. It’s pretty clear that these 1,041,191 emails, tweets, and letters don’t really represent Trump supporters in any way but are an anomaly. So your plan to try to trick us into thinking our God Emperor Trump isn’t an amazing, the best President ever, to be, is just

Man, people sure have a strange way of expressing their economic insecurity.

nah

“If you know that someone else is handling the dishes, you’re less motivated to clean as you go and use as few dishes as possible.”

This isn’t my story, but a friend’s. Still, it’s a comforting ghost story, and I always appreciate seeing one or two of those in a thread like this.

Maybe this isn’t exactly the stuff nightmares are made of, but it sure spooked me!

Here is a story about how I am a scaredy cat and probably shouldn’t read Jezebel’s annual scary story post.

Lunch hour at the Library

Let me start off by saying that I don’t really believe in ghosts or an afterlife, or anything really. I’m a skeptic and believe in the big bang. But anyway, as an adult, my mom told me a story that when I was 3/4, I was walking through our home’s hallway and I was staring at something. I asked: “Mommy. Who is THAT?”

I posted this a couple of years ago but it never got out of the treys. Might as well give it another try:

This happened to a friend. She and her husband moved to a very old house when their daughter was about five. Six months or so later, the daughter started refusing to use the bathroom that was attached to her bedroom. Wouldn’t use the toilet there, wouldn’t take a bath there. She said there was a “gray lady” there who

Another for the “visited by people who have passed” collection: