No messing around this time.

So, he said, Before puberty, if my two daughters were messing around in a shop, I'd say, 'Hey, stop messing around and I'll sing your favorite song,' and instantly they'd stop messing around and he'd sing their favorite song. After puberty, that became the threat.

Israel Haim Messing, Ruth El Roy, Joseph Moustaki, Shlomi Ayalon

We have a talent as a species for messing up wonderful things.

Never had a problem with messing up an aquifer or anything else.

And we know that's a measurement error because it's messing up my data.

Question is do the monkeys start messing up in the same ways we do?

They know that this machine's been messing with them, through three different stages of behavior.

And that fascinated me, because I'd been messing around with a camera most of my life.

Well, for a long time, since I was in graduate school, I've been messing around making DNA chips that is, printing DNA on glass.

You know, she's a smart, very cut creature, a primate as well, but she lacks all the stuff we think might be messing us up.

We were plenty aware that we were messing with media, and on the surface, it looks like we predicted a lot of the right things, but we also missed an awful lot. Let's take a look.

But I realized that, having been messing around with structure as an actor, that a series of sound bites in itself wasn't enough, that there needed to be a mountain to climb, there needed to be a journey that I had to take.

No, no, no, no , no.

No, no, no just kidding, no no.

No, no, no, no, no. I take attendance.

KT No, no, no, no.

No way, that's impossible! No no no no no! That's not possible.

Come to no, no, no, no.

No grunting, no coughing, no wheezing, no talking to yourselves, no farting.

No salt, no pepper, no oil, no spices.

No job, no money, no security, no prospect.

I said, No, no, no, no, we can't.

No water, no life no blue, no green.

No sophistication, no class, no dignity, no history.

No. No. No. Wrong.

For me that meant no reading, no writing, no video games, no work or email, no running, no alcohol, no caffeine.

He said, No, no, no.

No, no, no, no. Better to live of cooked food.

And he says, No, no, no.

Move. No. Move. No. Move. No.

No violence, no bombs, no guns.

No notes, no flats, no sharps.

No hair, no eyelashes, no nothing.

No looting, no military disappearing, no arms disappearing, no ammo disappearing, no Muqtada al Sadr I'm wrecking his bones no insurgency.

So no gavage, no force feeding, no factory like conditions, no cruelty.

Truth, curiosity, diversity, no selling, no corporate bullshit, no bandwagoning, no platforms.

No, no, no. It's four minutes long.

No mouth, no gut, no digestive system.

No, no, no! Should be a frog!

No. No. No one is in charge.

No, no.

There is no safety, no back support, no pads, no crash mats, no sand pits in the ground.

And then, when she closed the door, Grandma said, No, no, no, no.

There's no Ras, no Myc, no P53 drug.