what happened in roughly 1870 though

why was there temporary internet

with a few people searching for pokemon?

It’s a search of Google books, but the question still stands, what the Fuck happened in 1870


In the Cornish dialect of English, Pokemon meant ‘clumsy’ (pure coincidence).

In the mid 1800s there was a surge of writing about the Cornish language and dialect in an attempt to preserve them with glossaries and dictionaries being written. I wrote about it HERE.

I just love that this post happened to find the ONE HUMAN ON THE INTERNET who had the answer to this question

Good example of how Tumblr’s reblogging system creates local maxima of post quality. Also, Pokemon.

(Source: neilcicierega)

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Simon portrayed a smart, sexy and deadly gunslinger on Blake’s 7; a BBC show that, in some ways inspired Joss Whedon’s beloved sci-fi western Firefly. Mellanby was on a mission to avenge the death of her father at the hands of the evil federation forces. One can easily see Dayna as an influence on Gina Torres’ character Zoe from Whedon’s show. -John Jennings

I dunno about any of the Firefly stuff cos I haven’t seen that show but Dayna is awesome. Season 3 Blakes 7 was my Blakes 7 *rocks happily back on chair in senescent haze*

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Fatboy Slim - “Praise You” (1999, 1 week, #811). Under discussion here:

Another new Popular entry. I’m way more happy with this than the previous sleepless-night piece. This is a gorgeous record, a sentimental capstone to a particular way of doing dance music in the 90s. And a famously good video, which chimes with my reading of the song so well that I decided it would be overstressing the point to mention it.

Well worth staying up to write, he says hopefully.

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I picked this up at Kinokuniya in Sydney (a lovely bookshop) on the recommendation of… someone on Tumblr…. (thankyou, if it was you). I adored it, partly because it resonated weirdly with my immediate situation. The opening sequence and first chapter is largely wordless - the protagonist exploring big, lonely spaces on a generation ship - and there’s a sense of stillness and distance and vastness created even in quite tight, small panels. (The moment when I thought, yes, this is terrific, was a panel where the hero falls into a rice cultivation vat, and the composition of the fall and landing communicates the enormity of the scale and the softness of the rice with wonderful minimal elegance). So reading that, then leaving my room, and walking jetlagged through empty corridors in a 600-room hotel, turned this completely ordinary hotel into a weird fictional space and made sense of my own psychological state - tho that was nothing stranger than a layer of introverted tiredness. Anyway that will stay with me for a long time, even should I get tired in future volumes of mechs, androgyny, and the futility of human action against a backdrop of cosmic nothingness (but who am I kidding).

There’s a fantastic post about this comic by Sarah Horrocks here:

Apologies for the face of IDS on your timeline there.

About to leave for Sydney. I judge this inflight magazine article a GOOD OMEN.

(I will be out and about on Sunday apparently but possibly other days too - leave me a message if yr in Sydney and want details!)