They're called ICE for a reason, you know.

No disagreement on numbers 1 and 2. Number 3 is "Christmas Eve on Sesame Street" (still findable on YouTube). Kermit and Grover interviewing toddlers on how the big guy can get down a skinny little chimney has lost none of its charm.

Instead, Chris Roberts has burned $800 million on this:
media.robertsspaceindustries.com/qz9cbl1uuojq...

Oh, it's easy to do. The operative verb in the 14th is "are", present tense. So it only applies to people who were alive at that time. If the 14th were meant to apply to everyone not born yet they would have used the verb "shall be".

(Yes, I understand this is a ridiculous argument.)

Chatbots are actually reasonably good at that kind of thing. It just seems pointless. If the humans haven't also read the research (i.e. the time consuming part) how are they going to judge the candidate's answers? Humans are terrible bullshit detectors.

From the highlighted text, it sounds like the chatbot is only conducting the interview - relying on the uploaded research to generate interview questions. All the judging and deciding will be done by artisanal humans. Which still sounds like a bad idea, but a different one than you're describing.

Why is that little girl using a steak knife to slice off the tip of her hot dog?

You can't expect him to remember that. There was no giraffe.

"Some Pig"

"Early 2000s" could mean "the early part of the third millennium."

"...the police said he fell down an elevator shaft. Onto some bullets."

Sudden urge to listen to a King Missile record.

The objects are in Canada. You wouldn't know them.

That was a plot point in the first part of Robert Ludlam's "The Gemini Contenders".

Feels weird to click "like" on a post with this text, not gonna lie.

Looks like a torchiere lamp surrounded by a bunch of cotton balls if you ask me.

My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.

Waters? What waters? We’re in the desert.

I was misinformed.

BRIAN: Larks' tongues. Otters' noses. Ocelot spleens!

REG: Got any nuts?

BRIAN: I haven't got any nuts. Sorry. I've got wrens' livers, badgers' spleens

REG: No, no.

BRIAN: Otters' noses?

REG: I don't want any of that Roman rubbish.

JUDITH: Why don't you sell proper food?

BRIAN: Proper food?