When is this country going to have a real revolution? I dont want to sound like an anarchist but come on, we all know the problems and our government isn’t addressing it.
Real talk: so you can just go in and buy someone’s debt for way cheaper than the amount they owe and then… just have the person pay the debt’s real worth??? Am I missing something
more of botw link’s personality because i didnt feel my last post on it was the cream of the crop. hes so funny
Link is more complex and immature than I ever thought.
Other Links are actually like this in a few other games too, like Skyward Sword and the games with Toon Link. But this Link was actually both this and the original quiet and stoic one. Before the Calamity, Link had the famous mute and cold demeanour. But it was actually a mask he put on to cope with the immense pressure of being The Chosen One. But now, even with some of his memories back, there is no more king to serve and no one to pretend to be The Hero they expect him to be. Link is finally free to be his true, goofy self, to make friends, and have fun on his way to saving Hyrule. Especially heartwarming since, in The Champions’ Ballad DLC, Mipha’s diary reveals that this is a lot closer to how he was when he was a kid, before becoming a knight.
I’m not sure what part of this is funnier…how much “gay” has changed over the decades or how the only two people are supposedly happy and full of Christmas cheer are the two witches known to strike fear into their surrounding communities and would otherwise be placed in the “bah humbug” crowd.
(Let’s call this ship Purple Dragons…because they both turn into purple dragons)
Y’know, I always used to think that the wild debauchery of the ‘Roaring Twenties’ was an exaggeration by conservatives threatened by women’s sexual liberation, but after reading about dance marathons, I’ve started having serious doubts:
Dance Marathons (also called Walkathons), an American phenomenon of the 1920s and 1930s, were human endurance contests in which couples danced almost non-stop for hundreds of hours (as long as a month or two), competing for prize money. […] Contestants, who danced in pairs, were required to remain in motion (picking up one foot, then the other) 45 minutes each hour, around the clock. Dancing was often loosely interpreted to include shuffling along while shaving with a special mirror hung around the female partner’s neck, writing letters on a special folding desk hung around one’s own neck, reading the newspaper, knitting, or even sleeping as one’s partner supported one’s weight. The “carrier” in such a couple often tied the “lugging” partner’s wrists together with a handkerchief and hooked them around the carrier’s neck for additional security. […]
In extreme cases, partners were fastened together with dog chains to prevent them from drifting apart.
[…]
Fifteen minutes each hour were allotted for rest. When the air horn signaling a rest period sounded, the contestants exited the dance floor for curtained-off rest areas filled with cots. These rest areas were segregated by sex. Contestants trained themselves to drop instantly into deep sleep as soon as their bodies touched the cots. After 11 minutes the air horn sounded again and the contestants filed back onto the dance floor to begin another hour. Female contestants who didn’t wake at the end of 11 minutes were revived with smelling salts (and slaps), and male contestants were often dunked in a tub of ice water. […]
Most marathon promoters fed contestants 12 times a day – oatmeal, eggs, toast, oranges, milk, etc. Couples had to continue the shuffling dance motion while they ate the humble but filling meals. These meals were served at a chest-high table since the contestants ate standing up. Twelve meals a day during the Great Depression was a powerful inducement to many who joined endurance marathons. […] Intense fatigue sometimes led contestants to “go squirrelly,” especially during the wee hours of the morning. “Fatigue brought them to a state resembling a coma, a state which seemed to offer relief from the soreness of the day’s travail. During these episodes, contestants hallucinated, became hysterical, had delusions of persecution … acted out daily rituals: they talked to an imaginary companion, grinned vacantly, and snatched objects from the air” (Calabria, p.77). For the audience, watching contestants go squirrelly offered a queasy thrill. When attendance dropped, promoters began the final push of elimination events. “‘Grinds” were continuous dancing with no rest periods. A grind continued until one or more couple fell and was disqualified, literally ground down in exhaustion. During grinds, even the usual tricks dance partners used to keep each other on their feet (pin pricks, slaps, shaking, pinching, even conversation) were forbidden.
a big part of their popularity was the cash prize during the depression. if you want a really sad ficitonalized account of dance marathings, you can read the book or watch the movie “they shoot horses, don’t they?”
i have watched approximately 54535624664534 of these so here is my Ode to Hallmark Christmas Movies
All year long, when I visit mu grandmother these movies are on.
Even when its not Christmas.
Sometimes its a wedding, other times the heroine is returning to her home town for any number of reasons.
They are all the same, they are legion, for they are many.
Counter argument, your Grandma is the source of these movies. They are generated by her and only exist in the house for a short time before radiating outward to the masses. Her thirst for quaint, hometown romance/drama can never and will never be quenched.
Monsters and Stuff 