my mother just made a facebook post asking her friends if anyone wanted to go herring watching with her at the local fish ladder

….so if anyone is wondering ‘why is tumblr user goddamnshinyrock the way that she is?’ there’s your the answer

‘gosh isn’t it nice that the emperor’s wife and his sister are such intimate friends!’ ‘oh yes, it’s simply charming! why, I’ve heard they’ll even spend whole evenings closeted in each other’s apartments, it’s good to see young women so devoted to their family like that.’ 

holy shit this dude William Parry, on his 1819 exploration of the canadian arctic archipelago, took not only the standard rations of lemon juice that the royal navy provisioners allocated as an anti-scorbutic, but also took along mustard and cress seeds and like. indoor gardening supplies… JUST IN CASE

and when the lemon juice froze and the men started coming down with scurvy, he managed to get the seeds to propagate in his cabin despite the dark and cold of an arctic winter, and cured the scurvy via salad

so the current book I’m reading, published in 2010, mentions, in a superior ‘oh weren’t 19th century scientific theories Quaint and Charmingly Wrong’ sort of tone that Franklin’s men on his 1819 expedition (not the famous lost one) believed the aurora borealis made noise, and were hoping to study it and figure out how. I kind of scoffed at the idea but then, out of curiosity, googled the theory and…

turns out it was proved in 2012 that it does make noise, and why/how. I feel properly chastised for laughing now. 

Dude I love how you draw Csethiro, you are practically the only artist I’ve ever seen who gives her the proper nose and chin. It’s so refreshing to see!

aww thank you! I love her description so much, it’s so rare to see the ‘’’’’’love interest’’’’’’ of the male protag described in such a way as makes clear that she is not conventionally attractive. And tbh I just love drawing fun noses. noses are great, the stronger the better. 

theonion:

LONDON—An early review confirmed Wednesday that upcoming historical drama The Sisters Of Darington Manor was just 90 minutes of a woman holding up her petticoats while scampering through an open field. “After the opening credits roll, it’s really just an hour and a half of a woman in a silk gown grabbing the hems of her petticoat while she hurries along a windswept plain,” said The Independent reviewer Christina Gordon, confirming that the costume drama—which offers no discernible dialogue and could take place at any point in history between the Georgian and Victorian eras—features a striking string soundtrack that swells to accentuate the woman’s progress across what appears to be either the English heath or possibly the Scottish moorland. “About midway through the movie, there’s this 45-minute unbroken shot of her rushing in front of a misty hillside. Then she mounts a horse at one point and rides it for a few minutes, which was nice. But then she just gets off, hitches up her petticoat, and starts hurrying across the plain again.” While criticizing the film’s lackluster narrative, Gordon praised the “breathtaking finale,” in which the woman completes her 90-minute journey by rushing directly into the embrace of a troubled-looking but handsome man in a brown frock coat and cravat.