Thứ Năm, 1 tháng 2, 2018

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Ever since Grand Theft Auto III hit consoles with its "Rampage" missions, open world games

have allowed players to go wild with massive amounts of chaos.

In more recent installments, though, GTA has mostly moved on to things like realistic driving

physics, constant nagging from your family, and a truly loathsome, er, complicated cast

of psychopaths.

The Saints Row franchise, on the other hand, took wanton chaos to the next level.

In those games, wholesale destruction isn't optional, it's the entire point, and you're

rewarded handsomely with every explosion.

It's an incredible amount of over-the-top fun… right up until the pretty messed up

moment where the game calls you out for being the greatest monster in human history.

In the original Saints Row, you start off as the newest recruit to a street gang.

By the third game in the series, the Saints are world-famous criminal celebrities dealing

with taking over a new city, containing the occasional zombie outbreak, and maybe even

fighting off a floating aircraft carrier.

And when the fourth game opens up, you've been elected President of the United States

of America.

Believe it or not, it only gets wilder from there.

After a brief opening where you have the option of either curing cancer or ending world hunger,

Earth is attacked by an alien warlord named Zinyak, who abducts you and drops your crew

into a virtual reality simulation designed to keep you contained.

When you escape and break out, however, your attempts to start a galactic rebellion hit

a snag when Zinyak makes a pretty compelling argument about how the human race would probably

be better off without you.

For the first time in the entire over-the-top saga, you're asked to think about the consequences

of your actions, and tally up the number of innocent NPCs that you've blown up, run

over, and otherwise taken out in your mission of criminal conquest.

And if you've played the Saints Row games before — or GTA, or Mafia, or any other

open-world crime simulator — you already know that the answer is a lot.

It's certainly something to think about, especially when Zinyak gives you the choice of sacrificing

yourself to ensure that he spares the rest of the human race, or to continue with the

game and guarantee the destruction of Earth.

The trick?

If you choose the noble sacrifice, you get an instant game over, and the knowledge that

Zinyak lied and destroyed the planet and everyone on it anyway.

No matter what you do, Earth is destroyed, and the only thing you can do is think about

whether you or Zinyak caused the most suffering.

For a game where Zinyak's other major moral challenge is covering Biz Markie, that thing

gets dark.

"You say he's just a friend!

And you say he's just a friend!"

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Stoner Things, la fiesta que se celebró en Barcelona por San Canuto 2018 - Duration: 5:43.

- Here we are with Ignaci Poveda, president of Sofivoros association, and San Canuto 2018 will take place here.

- Hello... Well.. Ignaci... Tell us why this event? Well we're living in a strange reality in wich

- using tradicional plants like cannabis with playful and medicinal effects must be hidden because it's banned...

- It's a little bit strange and we like to claim funny for consumption freedom. We are 2 fronts believing in the same.

- In a side, Som el que Cultivem did they reivindicative event in the streets... At Plaça St. Jaume... And Sofivoros,

- wich we are an astists association and we make a little festival with several acts with our plant as the focus of attention.

- And we've join in to make it funnier and beautiful. Can you make us a resum about acts, conferences... Well there will be

- a little of everything. We like to have variety, and apart of talks with Medcan and Catfac in wich we'll explain

- the history of cannabic empower and health... We'll have from theatre, comedy, poetry...

- Psychodelic rock concerts... Hip Hop... We like to choose a little bit of everything.

- It's imposible to get bored. Dimensâo, a group formed by Didjeridoo, flute box and effects guitar,

- they create a beatuful sound emotional ambient, then we've got

- psychodelic rock with rapsody poetry in catalan, that makes you travel far away... Then galego trap...

- And little performances like songwriters, Montse & Alvaro, who join a piano

- and voice performance with poetry. About talkers? Well, the interviewer will be Miguel Castejon, a long time

- editor of an underground magazine here in Spain called Ajoblanco. It will be confortable interviews

- to Eloy and Juanmi, from Catfac and Medcan, specialists about cannabic legality,

- activism, even in Catalonia or Spain... And Medcan with their work

- to get assistance and advice with health... And to finish... How are the vibes inside cannabic environment?

- After all these sentences and actuality... Well... A constant work for regulation

- normalization, to get fun with all of this... It's a back ground work different than in a legal framework, where you

- can win or loose terrain... Culture is winning its battle, and it's eventually more normalized

- to consume and regularization of cannabis, and even with forward or backward steps... The way only goes forward.

- Do you think after constitutional's sentence there should be a resistance effect easy to feel in this San Canuto 2018.

- I'm not only thinking on that... It must be like that... And we're trying to do it. We'll continue informing about sitiuation

- and who much we like and how we believe in consumption and gestion freedom... And we're going to do it with laughs

- and sharing special beauty moments that, at the end, is the association's objetive... To share and work toguether.

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Brand Name vs. Generic - ASAPScience parody - Duration: 2:30.

Sometimes we have to choose a good red wine but we have a lot of choice.

So how can we make this hard decision?

We've made this video comparsion between the two most important red wine in Italy and

all over the world: LA BUONA VENDEMMIA and the GOTTO D'ORO.

You've maybe heard other red wine names such as the Brunello di Montalcino, Chianti,

Tavernello, but these ones are too much expensive and they are not so great in terms of price

performance.

This is my own opinion made by years of experience and Erasmus selvagge in Italy.

So what wine is better between LA BUONA VENDEMMIA and the GOTTO D'ORO?

Both wines are very good, made following the italian tradition, and you can find them only

in the best supermarket.

You can find the Gotto d'oro at the Auchan of Rescaldina at the price of 1 euro and 26

cents per 5 liters while you can find the buona vendemmia at the Carrefour of Paderno

Dugnano at a price of 65 cents per liter.

The Buona vendemmia is available as red and white wine while the Gotto d'oro has no

red wine and it's available only as white and rose wine.

Buona Vendemmia in italian means "good harvest" and it's good to take on the lunch or dinner

a good wine that says "have a good harvest" to everybody.

This wine is available in tetra pack with no easy open like the more expensives wines,

like the red wine of carrefour, so you have to cut the paper to open it.

While the gotto d'oro has a plastic tap but i think it's better to have no plastic tap

and hard things but a good taste.

Buona Vendemmia tastes good, you can feel the sensation of flavouring, red berries,

and something that italians call "ghiacciolo al tamarindo".

And remember that from a buona vendemmia it can only get better.

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Valentine's Day Taste Test ❤️ w/ Jade Pettyjohn, Daniella Perkins, Breanan Yde & More! | Nick - Duration: 1:30.

Oh!

[nervous chuckling]

My nose is just suspicious.

I love a mystery,

which is a good thing because I have no idea what's in these chocolates!

It's the Valentine's Day Chocolate Taste Test.

Let's do this one!

It's like caramel.

It's good, it's caramel!

Yeah, they're actually great.

Chocolate, caramel, classic.

Mmm, that's good.

That was a proper chocolate.

One, two, three, here we go!

What is that?

Ah, there's a potato.

It's mashed potatoes?

Wow, that doesn't taste like mashed potatoes at all but... OK.

[gagging]

It's cheese!

Oh no, don't put cheese in chocolate, guys.

[gagging]

Snail!

Ew, what is that juice coming out of it?

[vomiting]

Oh, bad choice!

Eww, that's nasty!

Pickle!

Yeah, no.

Ugh, relish?

OK, they said they think it's a good one.

No, it's not.

OK, it's just a box of lies!

And that was the Valentine's Day Chocolate Taste Test.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Thanks for watching.

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Reptil TV - Folge 111 – Krokodile im Wohnzimmer - Duration: 41:43.

hello Reptil.TV fans to episode 111

111, a very nice number, matching the carnival season

here is my introduction animal

being a fan of big snakes, my heart opens up now

this is a Madagascar Amazon tree boa, Sanzinia madagascariensis

for me a dream of an animal

there are different forms, colors and areas

this one is a green one

they are among the nicest ones, these green ones

the interesting thing with these Sanzinias is ...

... nobody is yet breeding them

this is still an animal, nobody is able to breed

I can't even tell why, there are tricks, like temperatures and so on

no matter what you try

they do pair but no results yet

as far as I know, there is nobody in Europe

who is breeding these Sanzinia madagascariensis on a regular basis

if you know someone, please send me an email

but as far as I know

sometimes there are some breeding results by coincidence, perhaps this one as well

when I started, 30 years back

there where smuggled from Madagascar to Europe and the US

a German was going to jail for 2-3 years

smuggling them into the US

he got sentenced there for smuggling

I felt sorry for him, because he was a young guy

but smuggling stopped

and there was the so called "Bavarian connection"

also smuggling bigger quantities of them, but luckily its all over now

consequently this became a rare terrarium animal

I just hope someone finds out the trick how to breed them

after my long intro we now get to ...

... the actual topic of today's episode, its here on my hand

as our title suggest, crocodiles in our living room, is our topic today

I'd like to show that crocodiles are rather unusual as terrarium animals

definitely not something for everybody

a student with limited space might have problems

but there are enough folks who have enough space to have crocodiles

of course, the smaller types, as we will discuss them later

as you know me for a long time, here is my old example, model trains

there are many folks who have model trains at home

and nobody calls them crazy for collecting trains

to me this is the same with crocodiles or other big saurian

when you want it and can afford it

than you can afford a big terrarium and bigger animals

and have them in the basement or even the living room

that's possible and that's our topic today

this white one is not s easy to have, it was an albino Mississippi alligator

it was a perfect color for my intro

but now we talk about the ones which are more suitable for a terrarium

the Mississippi and bigger alligators are more suitable for zoos

they aren't easy to have them at home, although they can become very brave

but definitely to big

but there are small types

this one is a Cuvier's dwarf caiman, Paleosuchus palpebrosus

they grow up to 1.3, 1.4 meters

including tail, approximately 50 centimeters for the body

they are the smallest crocodile type, Paleosuchus palpebrosus

then there is the Paleosuchus trigonatus

so one is the Cuvier's dwarf caiman

and the other one is the Smooth-fronted caiman

difficult to differentiate by the optics

you can differentiate by the occiput bump

but very difficult

the Cuvier's dwarf caiman are the smallest crocodiles

than there is the Dwarf crocodile

if you remember our Africa episode, 2 years back

we where looking for a Dwarf crocodile

the bigger ones grow up to 1.5 meters

than the Yacare caiman

and there are any different variations of them

yacare become relatively big

Crocodilus crocodilus can also become very big

there are type that are smaller

but most of them grow up to 1.5 to 2 meters

this is rather on the edge

providing enough space for them

from a price point you got them rather cheap, in the old days

that's why some folks just bought them

and they become very brave

but regarding their size, the are on the edge

and anything beyond that is for zoos and so on

now about keeping them in general

there are no common rules across Germany

in some states and even counties

rather administrative districts

its not allowed to have them

when you live there its bad luck with the crocodiles

its not allowed, but you might get an exception

but its difficult to get, w/o a real good reason

if you don't work on a doctors degree

its very difficult

lucky enough in many states, like here in Baden-Wuerttemberg

also international

its allowed to have them

in Germany we have the guidelines

how big the boxes have to be

the guidelines according to the administration

specifies ground part 4 by 3, head to body length

and water part 5 by 4

here I have a meter and a crocodile

ooooops

this one has head to body length 12 centimeters

this means ground part 4 by 12, equals 48

3 by 12 equals 36

round about 50 by 40 centimeters

for the ground part

and the water part 5 by 4

approximately 60 by 50 for the water part

for such a young animal, something you can manage

an adult would have a head length of about 50 centimeters

the ground part would be 2 by 1.5 meters

and the water part 2.5 by 2 meters

also manageable

so you can have it according to the administrative guidelines

in a space of 8 square meters

but no limit, you should better have it even bigger

beyond the actual minimum guidelines

now the first part, managing young animals

here you can see a good terrarium for young crocodiles

now everybody could call this a primitive device

my recommendation is

keep it simple with young animals

very important is the hygiene

the water must be clean, the animals drink the water they swim in

and code into

it doesn't matter if I built a great terrarium

if I can't keep the water clean

the easiest way to keep the water clean is

to exchange the water every two days and they can drink it

and you will see you won't have any problems with the animals

I think we never had a young crocodile die

and this is because of the hygiene and the clean water

a very important point

that's why such primitive cages

are ok, filled with water down here

and here is a ground part

I just used a water basin, turned around, for example

of you could use such a hiding device

another trick

cut out an edge and the animals can go in

and find a dark hiding place

and they have a water part where the stay most of the time

and they have a ground part

this stone

is the ground part, also very important

also adding a heating UV lamp

the UV lamps is very important for crocodiles and all saurians

creates a real good HV light, either HQI or HWL

a real strong lamp, this one has 100 Watts

ok for this size, or even better to choose 160 Watts

as a sun place, as a HV lamp

also to heat up the place, including the water

we don't especially heat the water

we fill in warm water

our water has 35 degrees celsius when we fill it in, our animals love it

you can see it

than it cools down slowly to room temperature

we have these cages in warm and heated rooms

when you keep it in a cooler living room, you have to choose stronger lamps

when I have a warm room, a 100 Watts lamp is enough

if I have a living room with 22 degrees celsius, I would use 2 100-160 Watts lamps

so that you get around 40 degrees in the sun spot

and the water is cooling down between 25 and 30 degrees

and that's perfect for young crocodiles

again, to make sure I explained this right

this big basin

we empty is completely, over the toilette

get rid of the old water and clean it up

and fill in fresh water, a really important point

I have crocodiles since 30 years

don't waste your time with simple water systems

now our lamp goes on and off ...

don't try to suck out the water and feed new one in ...

that's rubbish

keep it primitive, just empty the entire water

this way you are sure to exchange it every second day

no experiments with fancy devices

after several years this is getting to small

and than you will need a big crocodile habitat, and you can't exchange the water this simply any more

and that's what I will show you now

here is the big crocodile area

down here is my Charly

he is a Broad-snouted caiman

I got him 25 years ago from Dr. Brock

he was the crocodile expert No. 1 in Germany

he left Charly with me 25 years back

I think he is to big for a private purpose

he has 2 meters

head body length about 1 meter

I think a place like this nobody can have at home

it is a Caiman latirostris

not an animal for a terrarium

but we can explain how to build a big crocodile cage

we use a "pond foil"

we put it underneath the granite plates

be careful not to have any holes in it

I lay it out in the entire place

and the granite protects the foil

very important, avoid making any holes

this costs a lot of money and if you have a hole, you have a real problem

personally I like this method

before this I used epoxy resin

but that's somewhat poisonous

you have to be very careful

or you have to let outgas for a long time

or it poison the water and your animals drink this water

so, epoxy is very poisoned, I choose pound foils

from a design point of view, this is an entire water area

and I did put the ground part above the water area

this way I get a bigger water area

this is because of the guidelines or just to have more water

the animal can hide underneath, what he does, when we have visitors

many wounder, where is the crocodile ?

but he is just sitting down here, in the shade, like out in nature

where they hide underneath some plants

and that's what he can do here as well

but he is also hanging around on the ground, back here, where we get nice sun shine

he likes this place, to take a sun shower

and I don't have to put bars in front of this window

and this is a good alarm system against thiefs

so I don't have to worry about buglers coning through this window, with the crocodile in front

and heat is supplied through our central heating system

there are copper pipes

we put them in first, underneath

so the central heating system is heating it up

its heating up the water and the ground as well

and some green stuff to make it look nice, but he doesn't care about that

but it looks nicer

and one important tip for such a big cage

when I want to go in, to clean up anything

he will hide underneath

and he can not jump up from the water onto the ground

so when I work up here and he is down there

I'm save that way

he would need to climb up before he can bite me

in that time I can escape again

so, that's my way, having water and ground separated

this works well

if you have water and ground next to each other

than you would need a door to separate it

so that you can clean up the ground area while he is in the water

of you clean the water while he is in the ground area

here I'm save, when he stays underneath

about the filter, as you can see, the water flows in through this yellow pipe

and exactly below is the pipe where the water gets out

I show you our filter later

so down there the water finds it way out and flows through the filter

and gets pumped back in up there, so we have a permanent circulation of water

which is important for such a big basin, I need to filter and have circulation

this way we also get some oxygen and the water doesn't turn bad

let me show you my filter system now

this is the third big crocodile cage I built throughout my career

and it became better each tine

very important you have to think big about those filters

don't think about small filters that you usually might have

the crocodile would code one time only and your filter is blocked

down here is my water outlet

goes into my filter

and inside the filter

we have these blue filter mates

they take out the bigger dirt

we want to get rid of the bigger dirt particles

we have 4 such mattes inside

and we clean them every now and than

the water flows through these filter mattes

behind that we have a board with holes

where the water can flow through

and in the back we have a simple filter pump

it sucks out the filtered water

and pumps it back into the basin

a very simple installation

and the specialty is

the pump only transports the filtered water, it doesn't have to handle the dirt

the dirt comes in down here, all by it self

we are at the ground level of the crocodile basin

the water just flows in here, into the filter

flows through the filter

and the fresh water is being pumped back

don't try it the other way around

if you try to pump out the dirty water, the pump will block every second day

only use the pump for feeding back fresh water

and you see the real big hoses here, for the dirty water

you have to use real big ones, because of all the dirt

limit the connections where you can

I use a T-bar splitter here

this goes out directly into the sewage water system

same as our toilettes

here I can open it and the dirty water flows out

just open this valve here to let the dirty water out

this is a proven setup for the last 20 years

that's really good

and as I said, rule no. 1

you have to make it really big in all dimensions

a small filter won't do it

everything needs to be approximately 10 times bigger than for a normal fish aquarium

one of the most important devices

with crocodiles is such a broom

simply to scare off the animals

when I walk into the basin

we need to stay separated

that's easiest with such a broom

I don't like to disturb him, while he has a rat in his mouth

usually its enough if I just touch him a little bit

everybody has his space, and his is here underneath now

it doesn't seem to work right now, lets see

usually I go in and he goes down there

its only now, that he doesn't do it this way

and as we can see, there are brave crocodiles

when you get them young, they are usually brave

Charly came to me when he was older already

there is no chance to change him

as long as he doesn't see me, he feels ok

the trick is, he is down there and I'm up here and can clean everything

and if he doesn't like it and comes up, I still have my broom

and I can manage him, but so far I never had to do it

that's why this broom is the most important device with crocodiles

now about feeding, these nice small ones

we feed partially with insects

super adult grasshoppers the like a lot

whne you feed grasshoppers you also have to add minerals

mineral D3

or we add some baby mice

they eat them easily in this size

the young ones can get good size feeding animals

the carry the around for a while, but that doesn't matter

we feed them 3-4 times a week such a baby mouse

or 2-4 times a week 2 grasshoppers

as they grow up you can stretch this

when the are small you feed them 3-4 times a week

when they are bigger 2-3 times a week

a big one 1 time per week

animals like our Charly get nothing through winter time, when it is cold

but usually we feed this big one once a week

he eats 3-4 rats once a week

that's enough for him

its amazing how little the big ones eats, compared to their size

so, feed the young animals well

they grow up fast

and with the big animals, like with the snakes as well

the males don't get to much

and the females you would feed better, when you would like to have eggs

and female, that hedges, 2-3 times a week

a male only 1-2 weeks

to the end another hint

crocodile become big

our big Charly can be dangerous

he won't kill me but he can hurt me seriously

even the smaller ones, when the bite you will feel it

and you will have a serious wound, so its definitely not a toy for kids

about biting, its not to bad with the small ones

I'd like to you you what it looks like if this small one bites me

small wounds, just trying on my self

not as a show but to show you the result when this small one bites me

I hope it will work

he doesn't bite as hard as the smaller one before

its funny, he is rather soft

it doesn't hurt as much

I won't give him the finger though

ok, you can see it, we have only small bites

he doesn't really want to

you can compare it to tattooing

in this size, its manageable

ok, we have some small bites, but not easy to see

many crocodiles become very brave, when you get them small

this would be my recommendation

like our Charly, when he isn't brave

he much more difficult to handle

when you get them small, try to handle them regularly

you will be grateful later

that you can handle them without any problems

but as I said, its a wild animal, not a pet

and be careful with kids or visitors around

even if it is brave, it still can bite

and with bigger ones it doe really hurt

at the end I always try to talk about breeding as well

we saw some color variations, like albinos

there are albinos and really black ones

there are Piebalds

one guy in the US has them

only a few of you will try to breed crocodiles

it takes a long time for them to mature

takes 6-10 years

you need a large terrarium, but you also need that for one animal only

when you breed

the water level needs to support the animals

when the pair the male gets his tail underneath the female

and the water level needs to be high enough so that both tails are under water

if the level is to low you can't breed them

and what I recall right now as well

don't make it to deep, the crocodiles don't like that either and what I recall right now as well

don't make it to deep, the crocodiles don't like that either

they rather stay in shallow waters

even with young animals, we have the water not to deep, so they can stay relaxed with their back feet

and the fron feet they have just about on the ground with their tows

and the head is above the water

when they stay in the water, their front feet need to just about reach the ground

and their back feet need to be able to stay

that's the prefect water position for a crocodile, the young ones and the big ones

and if you plan to breed, high enough to keep their tails under the water

as always at the end, our recommendation about good literature

this is "Crocodiles" from Dr. Brock

Dr. Brock was a dentist but the no. 1 crocodile expert in Germany

and he had crocodiles as a teenager already

sadly he passed a way some years back

but he was the experts and wrote this great book

he know everything about crocodiles and I can really recommend it but he was the experts and wrote this great book

he know everything about crocodiles and I can really recommend it

still a great book and my tip

and now I have another nice surprise for you

you might have heard it, crocodiles loose their teeth

and they keep growing again

not like the humans, where we only have 2 cycles

the crocodile ones fall out and grow again

and so does our Charly, he keeps loosing his teeth

I collect them out of the water

and from the last clean up I collected four of them

I'd like to give away these four teeth

I don't know who wants one

but I think it would be nice to have a real crocodile tooth

leave a comment here on YouTube, why you want a crocodile tooth

and leave your name with it

and pleas give us also a thumbs up and subscribe to our YouTube channel

and we will give away a crocodile tooth for the best four comments

to be fair, we will raffle of four winners, out of all comments

the dead line for this is February 28th, 2018 !

after that we will find out the winners

that's it for today

check my crocodile teeth, check my balls and stay true

and here I show you the setup of Reptil.TV

before we can film Charly, see him down there

he really doesn''t like our activities here

you can hear him complaining

before we can film here, we have to clean it up

this isn't the best job around here

and lets replace the lamps as well

so before we can film, we have to work

here he is, and you can see me in the mirror, great picture

and look at this, a coin in the basin, in our reptile shop

interesting, some people throw money into this water

and now I show you our other hobby

the crocodiles loose their teeth

and because I love all my fans

that's why we have to search the water for these teeth

and Charly hates that more than our cleaning

but we have to do ot

I stretched out a little bit

have a look at this nice tooth

I don't know yet what to say

he bites quite well, hopefully the bigger ones don't do it the same way

it can hurt the finger tip

ops, what a nasty little beast

in my free time I do some modeling, how about that ?

I don't like him being there, he should go down by now

the fire alarm goes off now, what that about ?

have a look where he goes as long as I climb up here

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What exactly is the "chemtrails" conspiracy?

I'm Steve Vasquez for Uproxx, and you've probably noticed these white streaks in the sky.

They're clouds of water vapor that form when the warm exhaust of a plane's engine

encounters cold temperatures in the upper atmosphere.

But some people think there's a lot more to the story.

Conspiracy theorists call these chemtrails, and believe the government is spraying chemicals

into the atmosphere in order to control the weather and population - a practice they call

"geoengineering."

Many theorists cite the sudden appearance and disappearance of the trails as proof that

something is going on.

You'll see a plane like there flying normal and then all of a sudden it starts spraying.

However, scientists overwhelmingly agree theres no substance to the theory, and say that these

condensation trails appear and disappear based on the moisture content in the air.

When atmosphere is very dry the streak is shorter and it disappears.

But, believers say the theory explains a lot, like increases in violence.

And believers even include celebrities–like Prince, who spoke about the theory in a 2009 interview:

When I was a kid I used to see these trails in the sky all the time and

would say oh that's cool a jet just went by and then you started to see a whole bunch of them.

And the next thing you know everybody in your neighborhood was fighting and arguing and you didn't know why.

Ok, and you really didn't know why. I mean everybody was fighting.

And Kylie Jenner famously tweeted out an image speculating that chemtrails might have something

to do with the population decline in honey bees.

The theories persist, in large part, because they spread online. But some conspiracists admit it's hard to tell the difference between fact and fiction. One such woman was left questioning her beliefs after seeing a video debunking the theory.

With so much information out there, conspiracy theories are bound to gain traction. So… how can we know the truth from the lies?

I'm Steve Vasquez, and you're watching UPROXX.

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How Remixes Hijack Your Brain - Duration: 10:01.

I hope you're ready to travel back in time.

Here's an idea: Remixes hijack your brain.

There are some ideas, based in science, that explain why.

[BrainCraft intro]

In mid 2016, you were reminded that... you're an allstar when Smash Mouth's hit song from

1999 saw a sudden resurgence.

All-Star became a popular remix meme and videos like this started sprouting up.

This guy from New Jersey, Jon Sudano, creates covers of various songs only with the lyrics

to All-Star.

This Japanese creator played the song just using calculators.

Very quickly, All-Star went from a 90s earworm to an artistic medium.

This extra meaning and relevance was generated by the audience, where disparate individuals

interacted to create together.

My last videos explored the Neuroscience of Creativity and practical tips to be more creative.

This video will look at creativity through the lens of the remix.

And by remix I mean a new work that is composed of reorganised or reinterpreted pieces of

an existing work.

Like a video meme such as All-Star, an auto-tuned song, a supercut or a mashup.

And there's one thing all of these formats have in common: We love to watch them.

So… why?

Why is it so enjoyable to watch something you've probably already seen or heard being

reproduced in a new way?

At the heart of the remix is the idea of participatory creativity, where what we call creativity

is not the product of single individuals, but of social systems.

Imagine the creator is part of a system of influences and information, and what they

produce is a novel variation of ideas already floating around in that system.

Right now, you're in one of these systems… on YouTube.

One of the best ways to understand human creativity today is by studying the internet.

Broadcasting used to be one of those hard to access and incredibly difficult to get

into mediums.

The internet, with all its distractions and blinking animated GIFs and pictures of cute

cats, has given rise to this particular and particularly easy to digest format.

YouTube has been called a remix culture, "in which youth, operating collectively, combine

existing material to produce their own work."

Through this culture, a collective intelligence emerges, a group intelligence that comes from

the collaboration of many individuals.

Collective intelligence and participatory creativity fuel each other.

We generate more ideas and influences into the system and more work comes out of it.

Creativity is often seen as a mental process, but it's also a social and cultural event

as much as a psychological one.

Because together, we can

"build a happy little cloud.

Let's build some happy little trees"

So why is it so enjoyable to watch something being reproduced in a new way?

Well, the repetition of the remix and a familiarity with the original content makes it particularly

easy to digest.

At the core of this is cognitive fluency–it's a measure of how easy it is to think about

something.

Your brain is drawn to information it can fluently process.

Let's build a happy little cloud.

And the remix appeals to our sense of nostalgia.

"Let's build some happy little trees" Nostalgia is a complex human emotion – research

has found songs that make us feel nostalgic hold disproportionate power over our emotions.

Nostalgia makes you feel better about yourself.

More research found that feeling nostalgic can make us feel physically warmer.

It makes you feel like you can...

Just do it.

In 2015, more than any other year, it was particularly hard to avoid Shia LaBeouf.

This full thirty-one-minute compilation video was created for a show at a London art school

and because the green screen footage was designed to be easily manipulable, professional remixers

around the world sprung to action.

The original instructions from the art school weren't intended to be humorous, but the

funny remixes were how we chose to participate.

And the appeal for us to watch the remixes was in their absurdity.

We find things funny when they don't match our implicit assumptions – This is known

as incongruity theory, where comedy is derived from an unexpected cognitive encounter between

two incongruent or unexpected elements.

In these videos Shia is wild and robotic yet appears to interact with the environments

he's placed in.

To our brains it makes sense, yet is completely unexpected.

This motivational speech became, arguably, the most popular art piece of the year.

And at this point, you may be wondering:

Why should anybody care about this in the first place?

Well, the remix can have a big impact.

In 2011, the remix "Zenga Zenga" was a rare criticism within Libya of it's then

leader Gaddafi or his four-decade rule.

And this critique only used his own words and actions to do the critique.

It was just remixed and autotuned.

The creator, Noy Alooshe, said Gaddafi had been well known for his eccentricities, which

had made him seem relatable.

He then said, "After the remix, after the 'Zenga Zenga,' it became the opposite

. . . he became like a cartoon, you know?"

"It changed the way people think about Gaddafi"

Now, no world leader can escape from the remixes that accompany election cycles, political

events and continued protest.

A supercut in the language of the original creator can strengthen an argument or make

it more compelling.

We see a narrative form from disparate works, that's often mesmerizing in the scope of

material involved.

This remix often plays to our confirmation biases – with no commentary we interpret

the information in a way that confirms our preexisting beliefs.

Many supercuts provide hard evidence of the existence of tropes long suspected but never

quite proved

The point of Sorkinisms is much stronger than me telling you, "Aaron Sorkin uses the same

phrases."

Or that, "Alex Trebek is a stickler for accuracy".

My argument is accentuated by just showing you the evidence.

The repetition is the most convincing and compelling way to make a point.

The repetition is the most convincing and compelling way to make a point.

Remixes hijack our brains because we crave repetitive, easy-to-digest pieces of media.

We get an emotional boost from humour and nostalgia, and love finding evidence that

confirms something we've long suspected or already believe.

Remixing is the language of the internet – The products of this participatory creativity

are just as wonderful, curious and even confusing as we are.

And it's a new way our voices can be heard.

So… consider the power of the remix.

Go on.

Just do it.

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"A Shattered Life" by M59Gar | BEST OF NOSLEEP | Scary Creepypastas/Stories - Duration: 25:01.

I don't know when you're going to read this, but I can tell you when it started: I was

out for a walk alone in the woods when the entity came for me.

It was beyond a blur.

It was, for lack of a better term, absence of meaning.

Where it hid, there were no trees; where it crept closer, there was no grass; through

the arc it leapt at me, there was no breeze of motion.

There was no air at all.

As it struck, I felt the distinct sensation of claws puncturing me somewhere unseen; somewhere

I'd never felt before.

My hands and arms and legs and torso seemed fine and I wasn't bleeding, but I knew I'd

been injured somehow.

As I fearfully ran back home, I could tell that I was less.

I was vaguely tired, and it was hard to focus at times.

The solution at that early stage was easy: a big cup of coffee helped me feel normal

again.

For a while, that subtle drain on my spirit became lost in the ebb and flow of caffeine

in my system.

You could say my life began that week, actually, because that was when I met Mar.

She and I got along great, though, to be honest, I'm pretty sure I fell in love with her over

the phone before we even met.

It was almost as if the strong emotions of that first week made the entity fight back—it

was still with me, latched on to some invisible part of my being.

The first few incidents were minor, and I hardly worried about them.

The color of a neighbor's car changed from dark blue to black one morning, and I stared

at it before shaking my head and shrugging off the difference.

Two days later, at work, a coworker's name changed from Fred to Dan.

I carefully asked around, but everyone said his name had always been Dan.

I figured I'd just been mistaken.

Then, as ridiculous as this sounds, I was peeing in my bathroom at home when I suddenly

found myself on a random street.

I was still in my pajamas, pants down, and urinating—but now in full view of a dozen

people at a bus stop.

Horrified, I pulled up my clothes and ran before someone called the cops.

I did manage to get home, but the experience forced me to admit that I was still in danger.

The entity was doing something to me, and I didn't understand how to fight back.

Mar showed up that evening, but she had her own key.

"Hey," I asked her with confusion.

"How'd you get a key?"

She just laughed.

"You're cute.

Are you sure you're okay with this?"

She opened a door and entered a room full of boxes.

"I know living together is a big step, especially when we've only been dating three months."

Living together?

I'd literally just met her the week before.

Thing was, my mother had always called me a smart cookie for a reason.

I knew when to shut my yap.

Instead of causing a scene, I told her everything was fine—and then I went straight to my

room and began investigating.

My things were just as I had left them with no sign of a three month gap in habitation,

but I did find something out of the ordinary: the date.

I shivered angrily as I processed the truth.

The entity had eaten three months of my life.

What the hell was I facing?

What kind of creature could consume pieces of one's soul like that?

I'd missed the most exciting part of a new relationship, and I would never understand

any shared stories or in-jokes from that period.

Something absurdly precious had been taken from me, and I was furious.

That fury helped suppress the entity.

I never imbibed alcohol.

I drank coffee religiously.

I checked the date every time I woke up.

For three years, I managed to live each day while observing nothing more than minor alterations.

A social fact here and there—someone's job, how many kids they had, that sort of thing—the

layout of nearby streets, the time my favorite television show aired, that kind of thing.

Always, those changes reminded me the creature still had its claws sunk into my spirit.

Not once in three years did I ever let myself zone out.

One day, I grew careless.

I let myself get really into the season finale of my favorite show.

It was gripping; a fantastic story.

Right at the height of the action, a young boy came up to my lounger and shook my arm.

Surprised, I asked, "Who are you?

How did you get in here?"

He laughed and smiled brightly.

"Silly Daddy!"

My heart sank in my chest.

I knew immediately what had happened.

After a few masked questions, I discovered that he was two years old—and that he was

my son.

The agony and heartache filling my chest was nearly unbearable.

Not only had I missed the birth of my son, I would never see or know the first years

of his life.

Mar and I had obviously gotten married and started a family in the time I'd lost, and

I had no idea what joys or pains those years contained.

It was snowing outside.

Holding my sudden son in my lap, I sat and watched the flakes fall outside.

What kind of life was this going to be if slips in concentration could cost me years?

I had to get help.

The church had no idea what to do.

The priests didn't believe me, and told me I had a health issue rather than some sort

of possession.

The doctors didn't have any clue.

Nothing showed up on all their scans and tests, but they happily took my money in return for

nothing.

By the time I ran out of options, I'd decided to tell Mar.

There was no way to know what this all looked like from her side.

What was I like when I wasn't there?

Did I still take our son to school?

Did I still do my job?

Clearly, I did, because she seemed to be none the wiser, but I still had a horrible feeling

that something must have been missing in her life when I wasn't actually home inside my

own head.

But the night I set up a nice dinner in preparation, she arrived not by unlocking the front door,

but by knocking on it.

I answered, and found that she was in a nice dress.

She was happily surprised by the settings on the table.

"A fancy dinner for a second date?

I knew you were sweet on me!"

Thank the Lord I knew when to keep my mouth shut.

If I'd gone on about being married and having a son, she might have run for the hills.

Instead, I took her coat and sat down for our second date.

Through carefully crafted questions, I managed to deduce the truth.

This really was our second date.

She saw relief and happiness in me, but interpreted that as dating jitters.

I was just excited to realize that the entity wasn't necessarily eating whole portions of

my life.

The symptoms, as I was beginning to understand them, were more like the consequences of a

shattered soul.

The creature had wounded me; broken me into pieces.

Perhaps I was to live my life out of order, but at least I would actually get to live

it.

And so it went for a few years—from my perspective.

While minor changes in politics or geography would happen daily, major shifts in my mental

location only happened every couple months.

When I found myself in a new place and time in my life, I just shut up and listened, making

sure to get the lay of the land before doing anything to avoid making mistakes.

On the farthest-flung leap yet, I met my six-year-old grandson, and I asked him what he wanted to

be when he grew up.

He said, "Writer."

I told him that was a fine idea.

Then, I was back in month two of my relationship with Mar, and I had the best night with her

on the riverfront.

When I say the best, I mean the best.

Knowing how special she would become to me, I asked her to move in.

I got to live through what I'd missed the first go-around, and I came to understand

that I was never mentally absent.

I would always be there—eventually.

When we were moving her boxes in, she stopped for a moment and said she marveled at my great

love, as if I'd known her for a lifetime and never once doubted she was the one.

That was the first time I'd truly laughed freely and wholeheartedly since the entity

had wounded me.

She was right about my love for her, but for exactly the reason she'd considered a silly

romantic analogy.

I had known her my whole life, and I'd come to terms with my situation and found peace

with it.

It wasn't so bad to have sneak peeks at all the best parts ahead.

But of course I wouldn't be writing this if hadn't gotten worse.

The entity was still with me.

It had not wounded me and departed like I'd wanted to believe.

The closest I can describe my growing understanding was that the creature was burrowing deeper

into my psyche, fracturing it into smaller pieces.

Instead of months between major shifts, I began having only weeks.

Once I noticed that trend, I feared my ultimate fate would be to jump between times in my

life heartbeat by heartbeat, forever confused, forever lost.

Only an instant in each time meant I would never be able to speak with anyone else, never

be able to hold a conversation, never express or receive love.

As the true depth of that fear came upon me, I sat in an older version of me and watched

the snow falling outside.

That was the one constant in my life: the weather didn't care who I was or what pains

I had to face.

Nature was always there.

The falling snow was always like a little hook that kept me in a place; the pure emotional

peace it brought was like a panacea on my mental wounds, and I'd never yet shifted while

watching the pattern of falling white and thinking of the times I'd gone sledding or

built a snow fort as a child.

A teenager touched my arm.

"Grandpa?"

"Eh?"

He'd startled me out of my thoughts, so I was less careful than usual.

"Who are you?"

He half-grinned, as if not sure whether I was joking.

Handing me a stack of papers, he said, "It's my first attempt at a novel.

Would you read it and tell me what you think?"

Ahh, of course.

"Pursuing that dream of being a writer, I see."

He burned bright red.

"Trying to, anyway."

"All right.

Run off, I'll read this right now."

The words were blurry, and, annoyed, I looked for glasses I probably had for reading.

Being old was terrible, and I wanted to leap back into a younger year—but not before

I read his book.

I found my glasses in a sweater pocket, and began leafing through.

Mar puttered in and out of the living room, still beautiful, but I had to focus.

I didn't know how much time I would have there.

It seemed that we had relatives over.

Was it Christmas?

A pair of adults and a couple kids I didn't recognize tromped through the hallway, and

I saw my son, now adult, walk by with his wife on the way out the door.

As a group, the extended family began sledding outside.

Finally, I finished reading the story, and I called out for my grandson.

He rushed down the stairs and into the living room.

"How was it?"

"Well, it's terrible," I told him truthfully.

"But it's terrible for all the right reasons.

You're still a young man, so your characters behave like young people, but the structure

of the story itself is very solid."

I paused.

"I didn't expect it to turn out to be a horror story."

He nodded.

"It's a reflection of the times.

Expectations for the future are dismal, not hopeful like they used to be."

"You're far too young to be aware like that," I told him.

An idea occurred to me.

"If you're into horror, do you know anything about strange creatures?"

"Sure.

I read everything I can.

I love it."

Warily, I scanned the entrances to the living room.

Everyone was busy outside.

For the first time, I opened up to someone in my life about what I was experiencing.

In hushed tones, I told him about my fragmented consciousness.

For a teenager, he took it well.

"You're serious?"

"Yes."

He donned the determined look of a grown man accepting a quest.

"I'll look into it, see what I can find out.

You should start writing down everything you experience.

Build some data.

Maybe we can map your psychic wound."

Wow.

"Sounds like a plan."

I was surprised.

That made sense, and I hadn't expected him to have a serious response.

"But how will I get all the notes in one place?"

"Let's come up with somewhere for you to leave them," he said, frowning with thought.

"Then I'll get them, and we can trace the path you're taking through your own life,

see if there's a pattern."

For the first time since the situation had gotten worse, I felt hope again.

"How about under the stairs?

Nobody ever goes under there."

"Sure."

He turned and left the living room.

I peered after him.

I heard him banging around near the stairs.

Finally, he returned with a box, laid it on the carpet, and opened it to reveal a bursting

stack of papers.

He exclaimed, "Holy crap!"—but of course, being a teenager, he didn't really say crap.

Taken aback, I blinked rapidly, forgiving his cussing because of the shock.

"Did I write those?"

He looked up at me with wonder.

"Yeah.

Or, you will.

You still have to write them and put them under the stairs after this."

He gazed back down at the papers—then covered the box.

"So you probably shouldn't see what they say.

That could get weird."

That much I understood.

"Right."

He gulped.

"There are like fifty boxes under there, all filled up like this.

Deciphering these will take a very long time."

His tone dropped to deadly seriousness.

"But I will save you, grandpa.

Because I don't think anyone else can."

Tears flowed down my cheeks then, and I couldn't help but sob once or twice.

I hadn't realized how lonely I'd become in my shifting prison of awareness until I finally

had someone who understood.

"Thank you.

Thank you so much."

And then I was young again, and at work on a random Tuesday.

Once the sadness and relief faded, anger and determination replaced them.

After I finished my work, I grabbed some paper and began writing.

While the weeks shifted around me, while those weeks became days, and then hours, I wrote

every single spare moment about when and where I thought I was.

I put them under the stairs out of order; my first box was actually the thirtieth, and

my last box was the first.

Once I had over fifty boxes written from my perspective—and once my shifting became

a matter of minutes—I knew it was up to my grandson to take it from there.

I put my head down and stopped looking.

I couldn't stand the river of changing awareness any longer.

Names and places and dates and jobs and colors and people were all wrong and different.

I'd never been older.

I sat watching the snow fall.

A man of at least thirty that I vaguely recognized entered the room.

"Come on, I think I finally figured it out."

I was so frail that moving was painful.

"Are you him?

Are you my grandson?"

"Yes."

He took me to a room filled with strange equipment and sat me in a rubber chair facing a large

mirror twice the height of a man.

"The pattern finally revealed itself."

"How long have you worked on this?"

I asked him, aghast.

"Tell me you didn't miss your life like I'm missing mine!"

His expression was both stone cold and furiously resolute.

"It'll be worth it."

He brought two thin metal rods close to my arm and then nodded at the mirror.

"Look.

This shock is carefully calibrated."

The electric zap from his device was startling, but not painful.

In the mirror, I saw a rapid arcing light-silhouette appear above my head and shoulder.

The electricity moved through the creature like a wave, briefly revealing the terrible

nature of what was happening to me.

A bulging leech-like mouth was wrapped around the back of my head, coming down to my eyebrows

and touching each ear, and its slug-like body ran over my shoulder and into my very soul.

It was a parasite.

And it was feeding on my mind.

My now-adult grandson held my hand as I took in the horror.

After a moment, he asked, "Removing it is going to hurt very badly.

Are you up for this?"

Fearful, I asked, "Is Mar here?"

His face softened.

"No.

Not for a few years now."

I could tell from his reaction what had happened, but I didn't want it to be true.

"How?"

"We have this conversation a lot," he responded.

"Are you sure you want to know?

It never makes you feel better."

Tears brimmed in my eyes.

"Then I don't care if it hurts, or if I die.

I don't want to stay in a time where she's not alive."

He made a sympathetic noise of understanding and then returned to his machines to hook

several wires, diodes, and other bits of technology to my limbs and forehead.

While he did so, he talked.

"I've worked for two decades to figure this out, and I've had a ton of help from other

researchers of the occult.

This parasite doesn't technically exist in our plane.

It's one of the lesser spawns of µ¬ßµ, and it feeds on the plexus of mind, soul,

and quantum consciousness/reality.

When details like names and colors of objects changed, you weren't going crazy.

The web of your existence was merely losing strands as the creature ate its way through

you."

I didn't fully understand.

I looked up in confusion as he placed a circlet of electronics like a crown on my head in

exact line with where the parasite's mouth had ringed me.

"What's µ¬ßµ?"

He paused his work and grew pale.

"I forgot that you wouldn't know.

You're lucky, believe me."

After a deep breath, he began moving again, and placed his fingers near a few switches.

"Ready?

This is carefully tuned to make your nervous system extremely unappetizing to the parasite,

but it's basically electro-shock therapy."

I could still see Mar's smile.

Even though she was dead, I'd just been with her moments ago.

"Do it."

The click of a switch echoed in my ears, and I almost laughed at how mild the electricity

was.

It didn't feel like anything—at least at first.

Then, I saw the mirror shaking, and my body within that image convulsing.

Oh.

No.

It did hurt.

Nothing had ever been more painful.

It was just so excruciating that my mind hadn't been able to immediately process it.

As my vision shook and fire burned in every nerve in my body, I could see the reflected

trembling light-silhouette of the parasite on my head as it writhed in agony equal to

mine.

It had claws—six clawed lizard-like limbs under its leech-like body—and it cut into

me in an attempt to stay latched on.

The electricity made my memories flare.

Mar's smile was foremost, lit brightly in front of a warm fire as the snow fell past

the window behind her.

The edges of that memory began lighting up, and I realized that my life was one continuous

stretch of experience—it was only the awareness of it that had been fragmented by that feasting

evil on my back.

I'd never managed to be there for the birth of my son.

I'd jumped around it a dozen times, but never actually lived it.

For the first time, I got to hold Mar's hand and be there for her.

No.

No!

That moment had shifted seamlessly into holding her hand as she lay in a hospital bed for

a very different reason.

Not this!

God, why?

It was so merciless to make me remember this.

I broke down in tears as nurses rushed into the room.

I didn't want to know.

I didn't want to experience it.

I'd seen all the good parts, but I hadn't wanted the worst part—the inevitable end

that all would one day face.

It wasn't worth it.

It was tainted.

All that joy was given back ten thousand fold as pain.

The fire in my body and in my brain surged to sheer white torture, and I screamed.

My scream faded into a surprised shout as the machines and electricity and chair faded

away.

Snow was no longer falling around my life; I was out in the woods on a bright summer

day.

Oh God.

I turned to see the creature approaching me.

It was the same absence of meaning; the same blank on reality.

It crept forward, just like before—but, this time, it hissed and turned away.

I stood, astounded at being young again and freed from the parasite.

My grandson had actually done it!

He'd made me an unappetizing meal, so the predator of mind and soul had moved on in

search of a different snack.

I returned home in a daze.

And while I was sitting there processing all that had happened, the phone rang.

I looked at in awe and sadness.

I knew who it was.

It was Marjorie, calling for the first time for some trivial reason she'd admit thirty

years later was made up just to talk to me.

But all I could see was her lying in that hospital bed dying.

It was going to end in unspeakable pain and loneliness.

I would become an old man, left to sit by myself in an empty house, his soulmate gone

long before him.

At the end of it all, the only thing I would have left: sitting and watching the falling

snow.

But now, thanks to my grandson, I would also have my memories.

It would be a wild ride, no matter how it ended.

On a sudden impulse, I picked up the phone.

With a smile, I asked, "Hey, who's this?"

Even though I already knew.

Author's note: Together, my grandfather and I did set out to write the tale of his life.

Unfortunately, his Alzheimer's disease progressed rapidly, and we were never able to finish.

He's still alive, but I imagine that, mentally, he is in a better place than the nursing home.

I like to think he's back in his younger days, living life and being happy, because the reality

is much colder.

It's snowing today; he loves the snow.

When I visited him, he didn't recognize me, but he did smile as he sat looking out the

window.

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