Big dreams, bigger memes

🔺I’m not a disease, a burden, a puzzle piece that needs to fit in, a naive baby, and especially a Retard and a “Nothing” and I won’t settle for “normal” no matter how “nicely” you tell me to. I never will. And let me talk because trust me, I have a lot to say. What I am though is creative, innovated, full of integrity, perseverance, and determined as hell. I accept who I am and who I will become in the future, so I’m asking why won’t you do the same? Your opinion of me doesn’t matter because I do matter so much.❣

why was there temporary internet

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.

And then the hero goes home, and finds home a smoking desolation, his neighbors turned on one another, that secondary villain no one finished off having destroyed Frodo’s last oasis not even out of evil so much as spite, and then that villain dies pointlessly, and then his killer dies pointlessly. The hero is left not with a cathartic homecoming, the story come full circle in another party; he is left to pick up the pieces of what was and what shall never be again. 

And it’s not enough. The hero cannot heal, and so departs for the fabled western shores in what remains a blunt and bracing metaphor for death (especially given his aged companions). When Sam tells his family, “Well, I’m back” at the very end, it is an earned triumph, but the very fact that someone making it back qualifies as a triumph tells you what kind of story this is: one that is too honest to allow its characters to claim a clean victory over entropy, let alone evil. 

“I can’t recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass. I’m naked in the dark. There’s nothing–no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes.”