Greggs isnt strictly a fast food place though and i think its actually hard to think of a british fast food chain that didnt come over from america...
Wimpys??? though wimpys barely exists these days
i wikipedia'd it and even wimpys is originally american. Wiki has told me that p much the only British fast food chain is Dixy Chicken, which made me fucking lol
On the contrary, most Shounen can't get enough of the lengthy exposition. For this reason, a fight scene in Naruto can, on occasion, take up whole episodes, because characters can't merely fight one other; they have to explain how they are going to magically defeat their opponent for a good ten minutes first. And then reiterate it after the fight. And then cut to another character watching, who expresses their understanding of the fight. And then let the characters all discuss the fight in an after fight get together. And in case you forget anything, they'll have lots of flash backs to really hammer the point in.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
It's how they stretch things out for the animes. The manga don't do any of this, but the anime is reliant on the manga for material so they have to drag stuff out any way possible otherwise they'll catch up with the manga and have to stop because they have no material, or worse, make a filler ark.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
It's how they stretch things out for the animes. The manga don't do any of this, but the anime is reliant on the manga for material so they have to drag stuff out any way possible otherwise they'll catch up with the manga and have to stop because they have no material, or worse, make a filler ark.
This is why original anime or anime that is following a manga that's completed or has been running for years and years is best.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Behavioral neuroscience, also known as biological psychology,[1]biopsychology, or psychobiology[2] is the application of the principles of biology (in particular neurobiology), to the study of physiological, genetic, and developmental mechanisms of behavior in human and non-human animals. It typically investigates at the level of nerves, neurotransmitters, brain circuitry and the basic biological processes that underlie normal and abnormal behavior. Most typically, experiments in behavioral neuroscience involve non-human animal models (such as rats and mice, and non-human primates) which have implications for better understanding of human pathology and therefore contribute to evidence-based practice.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
‘True, the NIMH is leaving some room for discussion of environmental and psychological factors. “Self-reports” will also apparently be a “unit of analysis,” though interest in the thoughts and testament of patients seems characteristically small. The agency’s overwhelming focus is to remain on the brain as the alleged seat and cause of psychiatric suffering.’ (x)
Basically, the NIMH's preferred thing is boiling everything down to brain chemicals and synapses, which is bad because we don't know the brain that well to diagnose its problems as we would other parts of the body.
At least, that's what I've garnered from tumblr, the article and my own scattered education on psychology.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Admittedly, I'm slightly skeptical of tumblr (minus any other knowledge about the individual blogs) as a source of information, but those are understandable enough concerns. Especially when ethics comes into play.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Heh, good point. I probably should have left off the "slightly" after I put in the parenthetical. Curse my tendency to use understatement like it's punctuation!
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Bernarda, where’s my shawl? You don’t need anything of mine, not my rings, and not my black moiré dress, because none of you will ever be married. Not one! Bernarda, give me my pearl necklace! I escaped her because I want to get married, because I wish to marry a handsome young man from the seashore: here the men run away from women. No, I won’t be quiet. I don’t want to see these single women, foaming at the mouth for marriage, their hearts turning to dust, and I want to go back to my village. Bernarda, I want a man to marry and be happy with! Let me go out, Bernarda! I want to go! Bernarda! I want to be married by the seashore, by the seashore!
Your eyes open up. You notice that you're not in your usual bedroom. In fact, you're not even in your usual bed. Unless your usual bedroom is a concrete cell with a single hanging lightbulb and your usual bed is a chair and you sleep tied up with rope, in which case you're somewhat unusual.
You're surrounded by a group of men in suits. Expensive-looking suits, not the cheap ones that used car salesman and government cronies wear. Good quality, really. Could be from overseas, probably from an English company. You should be worried more about the blackjacks and pistols in their hands, but you can't get over how plush those suits look.
"Listen closely," says the leader, a tall, pale man with slicked hair. "Tomorrow, you will cease your purchase of Disney. You will say that there was an issue with the board directors; we'll make sure they play along. Two months later, you will resign from the company in disgrace, albeit wealthy disgrace. You will do this exactly or you will die by our hands. Just so you know we mean business, we will break your toes in a moment." He pauses and, deliberately, pulls out a smoke from the pocket of his jacket. "This is the penalty for crossing Anonus." The light goes off and the pain begins.
We also have Sheetz down here (Wawa's Pennsyltucky competition), oddly enough.
I know people who legitimately plan daytrips to go to the nearest Sheetz and hang out there all day. It's fucking weird.
Now, see, I could see people doing that with, say, IKEA (since they're seriously cool, and there just aren't many of them outside of California and the Northeast), but with a convenience store? That is weird.
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Greggs isnt strictly a fast food place though and i think its actually hard to think of a british fast food chain that didnt come over from america...
Wimpys??? though wimpys barely exists these days
i wikipedia'd it and even wimpys is originally american. Wiki has told me that p much the only British fast food chain is Dixy Chicken, which made me fucking lol
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Only from Apple
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
This apparently bodes ill, as the NIMH now favors biological psychology. Which is bad.
want nobody to mourn
all i want you to do
is take my body home
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
environmental and psychological factors. “Self-reports” will also
apparently be a “unit of analysis,” though interest in the thoughts and
testament of patients seems characteristically small. The agency’s
overwhelming focus is to remain on the brain as the alleged seat and
cause of psychiatric suffering.’ (x)
Basically, the NIMH's preferred thing is boiling everything down to brain chemicals and synapses, which is bad because we don't know the brain that well to diagnose its problems as we would other parts of the body.
At least, that's what I've garnered from tumblr, the article and my own scattered education on psychology.
it brought a ray of sunshine into my unhappy life
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Hey, it's paper all the way
Because I feel like it's a paper day
Doogs.
RiFF RaFF is officially perfect
(*drop*)
it makes her kind of weird because she is mega old i think?
it doesnt make 'This Is A Photograph Of Me' own any less
"Doctor, let me put a spoon in this baby's mouth"
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
but The Handmaid's Tale was not
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
You will not be one of the clown therapist recipients.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Your eyes open up. You notice that you're not in your usual bedroom. In fact, you're not even in your usual bed. Unless your usual bedroom is a concrete cell with a single hanging lightbulb and your usual bed is a chair and you sleep tied up with rope, in which case you're somewhat unusual.
You're surrounded by a group of men in suits. Expensive-looking suits, not the cheap ones that used car salesman and government cronies wear. Good quality, really. Could be from overseas, probably from an English company. You should be worried more about the blackjacks and pistols in their hands, but you can't get over how plush those suits look.
"Listen closely," says the leader, a tall, pale man with slicked hair. "Tomorrow, you will cease your purchase of Disney. You will say that there was an issue with the board directors; we'll make sure they play along. Two months later, you will resign from the company in disgrace, albeit wealthy disgrace. You will do this exactly or you will die by our hands. Just so you know we mean business, we will break your toes in a moment." He pauses and, deliberately, pulls out a smoke from the pocket of his jacket. "This is the penalty for crossing Anonus." The light goes off and the pain begins.
R.I.P. Jeff Hanneman
I first heard this song in 7th grade, always dug it a lot