You’re wrong. His name is Zelda. That’s why it’s called Zelda Adventure.
First, meteoroid and samus are the same person. Second yes there was a zelda adventure, but link is the male character in all the games.
Uh, sweatie meteoroid is the male in the suit and samus is the girl friend. First game you have to save samus from the boss, Father Brian. You don’t know anything sweaty.
Umm??? It’s legend of Zelda for a reason. His name is Zelda honey
Ummmm metroid isn’t male or female. They’re a robot bounty hunter. Duh.
In an experiment, two ravens had to simultaneously pull the two ends of one rope to slide a platform with two pieces of cheese into reach. If only one of them pulled, the rope would slip through the loops, leaving them with no cheese. Without any training they solved the task and cooperated successfully.
However, when one of the two birds cheated and stole the reward of its companion, the victims of such cheats immediately noticed and started defecting in further trials with the same individual.
“Such a sophisticated way of keeping your partner in check has previously only been shown in humans and chimpanzees, and is a complete novelty among birds.”
@a-dinosaur-a-day BIRD COMMUNISM (you’ve probably been pinged for this post like 2000000 times I am sorry)
This is a completely different sort of bird communism though
It’s more like bird socialism. You see, when someone takes more than their fair share, the people who notice don’t mysteriously disappear and not everyone is miserable. because they actively shun teh people who take more than what’s deserved, it works.
This is exactly what I was talking about, this whole “cursed role”
thing surrounding The Joker, all of it stemming from Heath’s death. I
see posts like this every day in the Heath tag and there’s a few things
I’d like to get off my chest.
Heath writing the infamous Joker
journal is a prime example of method acting, nothing more, nothing less.
In an interview not too long before Heath’s death, he told Empire magazine
“I sat around in a hotel room in London for about a month, locked
myself away, formed a little diary and experimented with voices — it was
important to try to find a somewhat iconic voice and laugh.” It wasn’t
about him being consumed by the role, it was more about him establishing
his own interpretation of an already established and iconic character.
Heath isn’t the only actor to utilize method acting in order to submerse
himself into a role. No one questioned Daniel Day-Lewis’s mental
stability after living as Abraham Lincoln for the entire duration of filming or
insisting on only eating meat he killed himself for Last of the
Mohicans.
People like to use what Jack Nicholson said to a paparazzi
as a credible source. He said it in passing and probably facetiously.
If he was really serious, would he have laughed about it? And just as an
aside, why the hell would Heath go to Nicholson for advice about the
role anyway? He never once stated that Nicholson was an inspiration for
the role in any way. If anything, he’d want to distance himself from an
already established portrayal of The Joker.
Everybody forgets
Heath went on to do The Imaginarium of Doctor Panassus after The Dark
Knight. Filming for The Dark Knight had been completed months before his
death and he was already on to other roles and bigger opportunities. He
wasn’t stuck on the character, he had moved on.
The Joker role
didn’t drive Heath crazy. It seems reductive to say what happened to
Heath happened because of the character. What happened was an
unfortunate accident, not the result of being tormented by this so
called “insanity” after portraying The Joker. The medications Heath was
taking were for conditions that had been around long before he was The
Joker and for illnesses after the role. It sucks that he is plagued with
“suicide” over his name just because it’s more fitting to the media.
The media is pushing the idea of this cursed role as a selling point.
This is obviously a publicity stunt released to get everyone worked up
about how “dark” Leto’s Joker is going to be. It’s tasteless how people
are comparing this to Heath’s death when they are not related. I can’t
believe people continue to perpetuate this myth over the real
explanation. The treatment towards Leto’s portrayal would not be happening without the Heath “cautionary tale” bullshit preceding it.
Jared Leto is not being haunted by this role, he’s just being an asshole.
My AP Psych teacher from high school keeps binders and notebooks with dicks drawn on them to use as visual aids for the Freudian unit.
One time she did this life changing little “experiment” where she ever so calmly asked guys why they draw penises on things. They tried to say “it’s just funny” or “you don’t understand” and she just kept saying “you’re right, I don’t understand. Explain to me. You already know what a penis looks like, why do you have to draw it on things? Are you marking it? Are you tagging it? Girls don’t draw vaginas on things.” And the guys suddenly started questioning their motives for everything they do and one guy was like “ms, stop talking about penises, you’re making us uncomfortable.” And she shouted “HOW DO YOU THINK WE FEEL SEEING DICKS DRAWN ON STUFF ALL THE TIME?”
have i told you guys about the time that i classically conditioned my kindergarten class
I got like 4 anons asking about this so I guess I didn’t:
omg. okay, so basically, I was a “gifted kid” which was code for fucken nerd ass bitch, so i would constantly just stare off into space during class while everyone else was tryna figure out what the fuck our teacher was tryna say. Anyway, I was learning about chemistry and biology outside of school(i know what a fucking nerd amirite ladies), and my dad got me a book that talked about all these famous psychological experiments.
So chapter one was, would you have guessed it, Pavlov’s dog. I thought it my be fun to try something to that extent with my classmates. Now, keep in mind, being a nerdy ass brown kid in a school full of white ppl meant that I wasn’t exactly popular, and no one really talked to me in class or cared what I was doing.
Everyday, at 9:45 am, our teacher would announce that it was snacktime, and everyone would fucking sprint to their cubbies to grab their lunchboxes like it was the goddamn hunger games. Kindergarten kids didn’t really have a concept of time, so i used this to my advantage. At 9:45 as my teacher would walk up to announce snacktime, I would knock on my desk really quickly three times. It was rly subtle, and I wasn’t sure that it would work.
So after two or three weeks, I decided to have some fun. Thirty minutes after school began at like 8:30 or something, I tapped knocked on the desk. Half the class turned their heads and looked straight at the cubbies. 3 boys got up and were about to run to get their lunchbox. One girls stomach started growling REALLY loudly. The teacher had to take 5 minutes to get everyone to calm down and one kid started crying because he thought it was snacktime and he was so shocked and destroyed.
Realizing that I had basically dog trained the whole class, I burst out laughing so hard I fell out of my chair and cut my head on the tile floor and got sent home early because I was laughing so hard they thought I had a concussion or something. When I explained what happened to my dad he left the room, but I could hear him losing it in the hallway.
So everytime now that I learn about classical conditioning in my Neuroscience classes, I have to fight to keep a straight face
