The lady (I use the term loosely) who aligns Mrs. Plant’s back said that the signal released the covid things the government somehow implanted in our bodies.
My phone got the alert something like 4 hours late. I’m not sure how helpful that would be if something were actually happening.
The part that worries me is that the (un-silenceable) alerts in question are also called “Presidential alerts” because the president has authority to issue them. This is not new, but now Trump knows about it. If you found him annoying on Twitter, wait until he gets back in the White House.
There was already one of these tests when he was in the White House.
Moderating: nothing wrong with that post, but just a reminder to keep this on-topic and not tangent into “let’s talk about Trump”.
National Alert: My OnePlus smartphone on Mint Mobile service emitted the standard little notification sound I get for any text or Facebook message, accompanied by a short text message. If I had not been holding it in my hand, I would never have noticed it.
Brain Recipes: As a youngster, I watched my grandmother prepare many brain sandwiches at the livestock sale barn lunch counter. The correct method is to plop the pig brain on the grill, smash it as flat as possible with the spatula, fry it until it is quadruple well done, liberally coat it with black pepper on both sides, and stick it in a bun. (There was an element of horrified fascination with the process, and no, I never ate one.)
My Daddy scrambled eggs with brains. (His recipe included yellow food dye)
He never told us we were Zombies til we were very grown up. I considered puking up years of eggs I ate on Sunday mornings all through childhood.
That was supposedly my maternal grandfather’s favorite meal.
Our ancestors ate a lot more organ meats than most of us do nowadays. In the event of an actual Dire Emergency/Zombie Apocalypse, though we might have to revive some of the old recipes. Strictly for survival reasons, of course.
Just avoid the brains from Mad Cows.
What about Somewhat Pissed-Off Cows?
Well, if I get an alert on my phone that says I gotta eat brains I think I’ll take my chances and decline.
Mad in this context means crazy, not angry.
That’s interesting. My OnePlus phone on SimpleMobile emitted a blaring klaxon that I’m sure I could have heard from anywhere in the house. It was nothing like any of the standard notification sounds.
Mine was barely audible. But it was different than my regular notification sound, so I looked and saw the message.
I knew it was happening because all the phones in the house were going off in different volumes.
My iPad had a click sound and then the message.
The TV never did anything.
Aren’t you a vegetarian?
Zombie!You would want to eat GRAAAAAINNNNNS!
There were squirrel brains with some bacteria or organism that was fatal if you ate them a few years ago.
I guess if one had to hunt to eat, you are every part you could.
All wild meat is suspect if you eat brains or other organs.
YMMV.
I read a news story that the national alert “outed” some folks who didn’t want others to know that they were in possession of a cellphone. These included prisoners, and members of the Amish.
I have a secret phone. Well, for reasons.
If it went off I didn’t hear it. I didn’t turn it off. It generally has a small chirp as a notification. It was in its regular hidey-hole.
No one would have noticed around here. Same reason no one has ever noticed I have this phone. They’re always looking and involved in their own devices.
Amish shouldn’t have phones. In their own tenets.
Prison inmates shouldn’t have phones either.
I hope no one was outed who’s in danger of abuse.
An Amish youth could be in danger of abuse because they “shouldn’t have” one
Sure.