Kuwaiti newspaper Al-Rai reported that telephone of Iranian General Mohammad Ali Allahdadi was tapped by Israelis. An Israeli Apache helicopter fired rockets targetting his car, killed him with 5 Lebanese including a teenager.
Link (in Arabic) http://www.alraimedia.com/Articles.aspx?id=558443
Israeli Newspaper Arutz Sheva: (in English) http://www.israelnationalnews.com/News/News.aspx/190343
I'm talking about Operation Gold in particular. I'm wondering since the KGB neglected to tell anybody else for a year, and likely ended up compromising lots of intelligence and political secrets.
- Did this end up with other Eastern Bloc intelligence agencies and military organizations hesitating to share information with the KGB?
- Did it also cause East German and local Soviet politicians from trusting the KGB as well, since I'm guessing a lot of their secrets went through that landline.
After sprinkling parmesan over the mouthwatering chicken and spinach tortellini I just made, I scraped half the dish into the sink and turned on the garbage disposal with an irritated sigh. I hated having to throw half of it away each time.
The only reason I moved into this apartment was because rent was cheaper after I'd lost my job and nearly burned through my meager savings. It definitely wasn't the suffocating ambiance and sketchy neighborhood, and it most definitely wasn't the meal prep boxes left daily at my door. I only learned about those when the previous tenant visited me.
Lida dropped by the very same day I moved in. After pointing out the leaky corners I should avoid, suggesting affordable roach traps, and teaching me how to lock the window with a broomstick, she mentioned the boxes.
I thought she was kidding, but she was dead serious. I had to prepare dinner each day, dump half in the garbage disposal, and eat the rest right away. She seemed so nonchalant about it, but I wasn't. Who was sending them? Why? What would happen if I refused?
She had no solid answers. All she knew was what the previous tenant had told her, which is what they were told by the previous tenant, and so on. Origins unknown. Even the landlord had no idea this was going on, and Lida stressed that I must never tell him.
She also stressed that I must never refuse. Why? She said protection, claiming that for as long as she'd lived here, this apartment was never robbed. Was she seriously insinuating that this stupid “requirement” protected her? She shrugged and said anything was possible. She didn’t question the absurdity of it all, but she did question my reluctance.
She assured me that she'd eaten from the boxes every day for the year she'd lived here, and they were legit. No prank. No poison. No strings attached. Just dump half in the garbage disposal and eat the rest right away. She began listing the various meals she'd prepared, and my empty stomach growled. I hadn't had a decent meal in days, and it didn't take me long before I caved.
Now, after a month of delicious food, my unease had ebbed, but not my disdain. After I turned off the garbage disposal, I grabbed the remaining chicken and spinach tortellini and plopped down on the floor, eating my only meal today. Despite licking the plate clean, my stomach still complained, and I glared at the sink. Half a portion wasn’t enough, and I was sick of wasting part of a perfectly good meal. One that I'd worked hard on,
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In July 1979, Glenna Susan “Sue” Sharp alongside her five children, Tina Sharp, John Sharp, Sheila Sharp, Rick Sharp, and Greg Sharp, were kicked out of their home in Connecticut by her abusive ex-navy husband, James Sharp, after splitting up. They spent the next short while moving across the country visiting family, old friends and neighbours until Sue decided to reside in California to live closer to her brother Don Davis. They rented a 1-bedroom trailer located at the Claremont Trailer Village in Quincy that Don and his wife recently vacated. In November 1980, Sue and her children moved into the much larger 3-bedroom cabin #28, located at the Sierra Nevada resort in a nearby railroad town named Keddie. At the time they moved into the cabin, Sue’s children, John, Sheila, Tina, Rick, and Greg were aged 15, 14, 12, 10, and 5 respectively, with her being 36.
Keddie was a particularly run-down location that had been in decline for the past few years, once being a highly successful resort destination that now no longer brought in the crowd it once did. Cabin #28 was much the same: old, dilapidated, and cheap. John took a small unkept room connected to the utility area in the basement downstairs, Rick and Greg shared a room near the front of the cabin, Tina and Sue shared a room near the end of the cabin. Sheila was apparently in Oregon at the time, giving birth to a child that was quickly put up for adoption. She moved in with her family in mid-February 1981 and stayed in the same room as Sue and Tina. The family had primarily been living off social welfare, food stamps, and $250 received from the Navy (due to her ex-husbands status) while she tried to study business at the CETA, a federal education program at the time. Despite all this, everyone enjoyed themselves. They had more space than their previous home, their garden was the forest, and all the children had neighbouring families with similar aged children they could interact with. Everything continued as normal for the next few months, that was until April 11, 1981.
Murders and discovery
April 11 was a typical Saturday. John and his best friend Dana Wingate (aged 17) were in the nearby town Quincy, Sheila and Tina were over at a neighbouring family’s cabin,
... keep reading on reddit ➡I tried to find the answer to this on Zoom's support centre but I can't find what I'm looking for. Under the article for "Specifying Default Dial-in Countries" the suppor centre entry says:
> Meeting Invitation
> The invitation includes the dial-in numbers for the selected countries. These numbers appear in the sequence you specified. For example, if the Selected Countries list shows Canada at the top, by default the iPhone one-tap information is available only for Canada. In addition, the dial-in numbers for Canada appear first in the invitation, followed by the dial-in numbers for other countries in the Selected Countries list.
What if I have selected 5 countries and want to give all of them the option to use one-tap mobile? Is there an option that allows you to supply one-tap options for every country listed? I thought I had seen it before on meetings I've been invited to but our office just got a zoom account and I can't figure out how to include it for us.
Thank you in advance for your help.
(edit: missed a couple words)
My mother picked me up from the airport in the dark hours of the morning. It had been a long flight, and an even longer year. When we finally pulled into the driveway, the ranch house I grew up in looked like a little black shipwreck sticking out of the fog. Why is the kitchen light on? I wondered. Mom lives alone…
“We’re here, boy! Ohhh yes we are!” My mom shouted as she opened the door. That’s odd, I thought. Is she talking to me? I rolled my luggage into the dark hallway. I didn’t really need a light–after all, I knew the place by heart. The jetlag was hitting hard, and I barely managed a hug and a simple conversation before I had to drag myself off to bed. I heard mom’s muffled voice from the kitchen as I drifted off to sleep. It was a sweet, cooing sort of sound–the tone of voice you’d use with a baby…or a pet.
By the next morning, I’d forgotten all about it.
I chugged black coffee and chomped on cereal while my mother and I tried to plan our visit. We’d always been close, but since I’d landed my dream job teaching in Japan, we only saw each other about once a year. We had to make it count.
“Well, that should be fine,” my mom responded to the day-trip I proposed, “as long as I’m home in time to let Cooper out.”
"Sorry…Cooper?” Another thing about being away from people for a long time: differences that you might not notice otherwise–-like aging or personality changes–really stand out…and they tend to be changes for the worse. I felt a pang of guilt looking around the place: it looked more small and worn-down than I remembered.
“Oh, silly! You know,” mom winked. “Cooper. The dog.”
“I…uh, I didn’t know you’d gotten a dog.” There it was again. That feeling of time slipping by…
“Really?” Mom scrunched up her eyebrows. “I thought for sure I’d mentioned it. Well, I’m sure you’ll meet him while you’re visiting. I hope you two get along!”
I do too, I thought, frowning. Truth was, I didn’t really like dogs all that much, and I was pretty sure that the feeling was mutual. I know how attached some people get to their pets, but when I look into a dog’s forward-facing predator eyes, my first thought is: creatures like this used to hunt and eat creatures like me.
I peered out the blinds at the dead grass and leaning shed in the backyard. Two shining new stainless-steel bowls glinted in the winter sun. “So, is Cooper out back, or…?”
“Oh, I don’t know. He comes and goes.” I squinted at something across the way: a Missing Pet poster stuck to a telepho
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Once again I've enjoyed a few beers and whilst perusing Reddit and reading TFTS awesomeness I felt drawn to regale y'all with another tale from my past.
For a few years I worked for a large telecom company in the US who delivered IPTV, internet, and voice over their circuits. It was my bridge from retail to the real IT work I do today, and while I detested climbing poles, attics, and crawling under houses, I rather enjoyed the work. I have the innate skill of "following the wire", as with any wired circuit with an issue, no matter what tools you have at your disposal the real work was chasing it down and knowing where to look and what to look for. I wasn't the top technician by numbers but I WAS the guy managers would call out to deal with escalations.
This job was one of those. A guy who'd had our service for a few years once again had intermittent issues. My favorite. Unless it went out of service (OOS) while I was there, there was very little I could do besides inspect and test every segment of the wire path I had access to. I told my manager as much, he said to just do the best I could. Fine, whatever, hopefully waving my magic wand works today.
I call ahead, do my usual remote tests, of course everything looks perfect right now. Drive down, knock on the door, introduce myself. Tell him my manager sent me out specifically to deal with this problem. The guy laughed. "Let me show you how many of y'all have been sent here to do precisely that." He opens a composition book and shows me a list of technician names, IDs, dates, and times. "You mind signing in?"
I honestly laughed in absurdity. Shaking my head, I write my own name, ID, today's date, and the time on my watch. When I'm done I count, and there were 32 other names above mine, dating back over the last four years. "Sir, unless I'm mistaken, you've had issues with our service ever since you've had it installed. Why the hell are you still with us?"
"Well, I LOVE the service when it works, which is most of the time. I'll never go back to cable. When it doesn't it is annoying, of course. Something is wrong somewhere, and I figure if I keep calling enough eventually someone will figure it out and fix it."
My company was never going to recoup the money they've spent trying to fix this customer's service, even if he was subscribed without another call for the next fifteen years. Nevertheless, I liked a challenge, so I decided to do my thing.
What I found was the most immaculate install I
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I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.
Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.
