youve been fooled………………by the april fools beeper……………..it was a fully grown bird the entire time…..no egg………………it tells u it hopes u hav a good april 1st
And here we see the uncommon transfem in her natural habitat, scrolling Tumblr, hugging her IKEA brand blahaj and eating stale biscuits at 2am. Based on her slumped position, self-comforting body language (such as rocking back and forth), as well as her generally unkempt look, we can infer that she is currently undergoing a depressive episode. Ah, she’s about to cry again. Let us move on.
dont you dare
:3
we are getting closer :3
hey. this isnt being hidden in the tags. op certified addition
Sometimes perfectly mundane places take on a sort of mythical status simply by being far away. For instance: I live in Oregon. To me, Nebraska might as well be Mars
I want every non-Midwesterner to know that we are drilled in tornado safety from a young age and know exactly what we should do to keep ourselves safe. And yet we do exactly as pictured in the bottom image every time a tornado comes around.
from my sources adjacent to tumblr–from which i can spread rumors and insider information freely because i dont give a fuck about ever working in the tech sector–im hearing this round of firings was focused on purging the senior staff, and not just from support but from the entire remaining tumblr workforce. i’m hearing there are about 25 people left.
from my sources adjacent to tumblr–from which i can spread rumors and insider information freely because i dont give a fuck about ever working in the tech sector–im hearing this round of firings was focused on purging the senior staff, and not just from support but from the entire remaining tumblr workforce. i’m hearing there are about 25 people left.
Tumblr is ruled by fandoms, but which fandoms rule the hardest?
This week and every week hereafter, we’ll be figuring it out by tallying all the searches, tags, reblogs, and likes that go rumbling through our corridors. The result? Fandometrics. A pleasingly scientific ranking of the fandoms on Tumblr.
Here’s a little preview of the #2 fandoms for each category of fandom we’re studying. Why #2? So you can enjoy the suspense of clicking through to find out #1.
Find out the #1’s (and #3’s through #20’s) over at Fandometrics.
Last week, the entire editorial staff at Tumblr (my shiniest unicorns, my untamed rabbits, my very good amazing talented brilliant wonderful friends) were laid off bringing a very unceremonious end to the proudest moment of my career, @fandom fka The Fandometrics.
I just got an email repeating last week’s Week in Review (and i guess will continue to receive it forever because there’s no one to turn it off?) and i wanted to pour one out for the thing that brought me the most joy in my career and continued life after I moved on from Tumblr. I’ve been in deep mourning for everything this layoff has meant for Tumblr in general but today the reality of it really hit me. The radar (maybe one of the last human-curated things on the internet?) will just repeat the same 5 posts forever. There will be no more big weeks on Tumblr. Just silence on that blog I fought so hard for for so many years. The blog that my team went on to nourish and grow and do amazing things with in the past four years. That’s it. No goodbyes.
So here’s the first staff post about it. Tumblr, thank you for letting me do weird library science with my little spreadsheets and terminal scripts and all the ships that ever passed through anyone’s dash. Thank you to every person who ever touched the TagCat and made magic happen on that blog.
Fandometrics you will always be famous.
update - it looks like at least Week in Review will be continuing (shoutout to the one unicorn left standing) <3
Tumblr is ruled by fandoms, but which fandoms rule the hardest?
This week and every week hereafter, we’ll be figuring it out by tallying all the searches, tags, reblogs, and likes that go rumbling through our corridors. The result? Fandometrics. A pleasingly scientific ranking of the fandoms on Tumblr.
Here’s a little preview of the #2 fandoms for each category of fandom we’re studying. Why #2? So you can enjoy the suspense of clicking through to find out #1.
Find out the #1’s (and #3’s through #20’s) over at Fandometrics.
Last week, the entire editorial staff at Tumblr (my shiniest unicorns, my untamed rabbits, my very good amazing talented brilliant wonderful friends) were laid off bringing a very unceremonious end to the proudest moment of my career, @fandom fka The Fandometrics.
I just got an email repeating last week’s Week in Review (and i guess will continue to receive it forever because there’s no one to turn it off?) and i wanted to pour one out for the thing that brought me the most joy in my career and continued life after I moved on from Tumblr. I’ve been in deep mourning for everything this layoff has meant for Tumblr in general but today the reality of it really hit me. The radar (maybe one of the last human-curated things on the internet?) will just repeat the same 5 posts forever. There will be no more big weeks on Tumblr. Just silence on that blog I fought so hard for for so many years. The blog that my team went on to nourish and grow and do amazing things with in the past four years. That’s it. No goodbyes.
So here’s the first staff post about it. Tumblr, thank you for letting me do weird library science with my little spreadsheets and terminal scripts and all the ships that ever passed through anyone’s dash. Thank you to every person who ever touched the TagCat and made magic happen on that blog.
Fandometrics you will always be famous.
update - it looks like at least Week in Review will be continuing (shoutout to the one unicorn left standing) <3
Once on IMDB I saw a “goof” which was that during a scene set in India(?), the light flicker was at the wrong frequency (in hertz). I wish I knew what movie it was to show you guys, I want to say it was some Marvel shit.
I always wondered how this person knew that. Was there an amazing Indian electrician who just instinctively felt the flicker rate was off? Did they go frame by frame and count the flickers per second?
hey. look at me. you, person who Calls Everyone Guy. you are NOT going to wait for that trans woman you know to tell you she is uncomfortable with being called Guy. it is an unfortunate truth that trans women are trained not to create boundaries; she does not know if you are going to flip out at her for asking, so she might choose to just let it happen.
you are going to, BY DEFAULT, assume that she does not like being called Guy, Dude, or Bro. if you want, you can ask, but you are going to make it clear that you will accept an answer of “no”, okay? default to “girl”, ask if theres anything else shes okay with being called. treat the subject as an open conversation. okay? okay. you can go now, but close the door on the way out.
Whenever my aunt springs her insane superstitious/religious cures on me I specifically remember when I was 17 and she got me exorcised. The priest was like “I don’t think she’s possessed” and she insisted “well there’s something wrong with her, she’s always [symptoms of depression] so…”
And the guy said some verses and touched my head and stuff then said I should drink only holy water for an entire week. Which wasn’t hard to do, but my fav part of this whole experience was me saying I want to eat instant noodles and my aunt going “I’ll make them for you. With the holy water he gave us.” And then I had holy instant noodles
this “bon appetit” meme has turned into some sort of bizarre telephone game where each incarnation sounds more and more different than the original. in what way does “bon appetit” sound like “osteoporosis”
i don’t know but it’s cracking me up every time i even think about it
bon appetit -> bone apple teeth -> bone ??? ??? -> osteoporosis
Reminder: you can always just stop hating and being an asshole. You’ll probably even feel better about yourself.
I am 100% there for people who stop being an asshole.
To be honest they usually make the best allies because they’ve fucking learned how to unlearn toxic beliefs and behaviors. And they’re usually good at a) nonviolent conflict resolution and b) other means of conflict resolution.
For a groundbreaking investigation, retired navy commander Joseph Dituri was required to submerge himself for more than three months. Researchers sought to understand the impact of submerged life in a pressurised environment on the human body. And guess what? After spending more than three months submerged in the Atlantic Ocean, scientists were astounded to discover that Dituri had become “ten years younger” when he emerged from his little pod.
Following diagnostic evaluations, it was discovered that Dituri’s telomeres—the DNA caps at the ends of chromosomes that normally shorten with age—had grown 20% longer than they had three months prior.
In addition, his stem cell count had increased and his general health had undergone a dramatic metamorphosis. Dituri also reported better-quality sleep. His inflammatory indicators decreased by half, and his cholesterol plummeted by 72 points. According to medical professionals, the underwater pressure—which is recognized to have several health benefits—caused these alterations. Dituri subsequently discussed the need for these kinds of encounters.
“One of these locations that are isolated from outside activities is what you need. The British newspaper Daily Mirror cited him as stating, “Send people down here for a two-week vacation, where they can get their feet scrubbed, relax, and experience the benefit of hyperbaric medicine.” He said that his metabolism had also significantly improved.
Work vacuum died. This is the fifth one since I started working here five years ago.
The first one died because my coworker vacuumed up rocks.
The second one died because my coworker vacuumed up rocks.
The third one died because my coworker vacuumed up rocks.
The fourth one died for unknown reasons that involved my coworker vacuuming up rocks.
The fifth one died a few minutes ago and it was a big mystery and my coworker was like “oh I don’t know what happened it just overtaxed for some reason” so I looked inside the hose and—get this—it was jammed with rocks.
He keeps buying bigger and more expensive vacuums and complaining about how shitty and faulty the last ones were and every time I suggest something like “what if you didn’t vacuum up rocks” he’s like oh no it is the vacuums who are wrong.
My one friend group can’t stop saying, “See you in hell!” in a cheerful voice instead of, “Talk to you later!” and my other friend group can’t stop calling things “penis” instead of “cool” or “good”, so I just unironically uttered the phrase, “Sounds penis, see you in hell,” as I got off the phone.
I think everyone should be doing this btw. Maybe, “Sounds penis, see you in hell,” could be our, “Always.”
I tried to quote this post to my housemate the other day but botched it so said “nice cock, kill yourself” and now it’s turned into a call and response so instead of saying goodbye one of us says nice cock and the other tells you to kill yourself
I turn 30 next month so here’s what I learned in my 20s:
—don’t work for startups, they’re always one ‘innovative idea’ away adding ‘sell your kidneys on the black market’ to your job description.
—keeping a collection of basic OTC medicine on you will save your life one day. I recommend Advil, Imodium, and TUMS.
—those little single-use glasses cleaning wipes are 1000% worth the money
—overly self-depreciating jokes just make people uncomfortable, wean yourself off of them
—you can buy dehydrated mini marshmallows in bulk online and they’re a godsend for hot cocoa
—people don’t care if you have fidget toys on your desk they just want to play with them
—try to go to bed BEFORE the existential ennui kicks in
Also drink water and eat a plant
This is all GREAT. I turned 40 last week, so permit me to add what I learned in my 30s:
keep on not working for startups
sometimes there comes a point where the thing (fandom, hobby, friendship, romantic relationship) you loved no longer brings you joy. And that’s okay. Try to mourn the loss, take joy in the memories, and don’t burn any bridges in case ten years go by and you find yourself back in that fandom/hobby/relationship again
it turns out that (ugh) moderate regular exercise is (spit) good for you. The sooner you make it part of your life, the easier it’ll be
related: if you throw yourself into a new exercise regime too hard and too fast, without stopping to rest or consider whether a particular move is good for you … well, shoulder injuries are painful and consults with orthopedic surgeons are expensive
knees are bastards too
don’t even get me started on ankles
there may come a time when your digestive system is too fragile for ibuprofin. I’m sorry
one day you’re gonna wake up and realise you no longer give any fucks about some things that used to bother you
on the other hand, you might be alarmed to realise what you still give a fuck about
never get down on the floor without an exit strategy for getting back up
I turn 50 this year. what I have learned in my 40s:
“loving yourself” is less of a feeling and more of an action. you can start doing it any time and it will make your life better and better as you go on
this will happen incrementally - be patient
along those lines, if you haven’t started making an active effort to quit shit-talking yourself, suck it up and do it
no, shut up. do it. “but it’s haaaaard!” don’t care. do it.
whether you like it or not, you are mortal and you need to go to the doctor for an annual checkup
stretch regularly - your future self will thank you
at some point you will encounter people much younger than you arguing passionately and incorrectly about history you personally remember and experienced
this will be infuriating and annoying
otoh, most other things just… will not matter to you as much
at some point you will shift from wanting to go out to being like “eh” and deciding to stay in. this is okay.
you will have absolutely no idea what The Youth are talking about and you will not care
but if you keep your mind open to new ideas you’ll never be irrelevant
your company still doesn’t love you - don’t give them more than they pay you for
get a fucking hobby, especially a hobby that involves physically creating/handling something and/or moving your body in physical space. it will do you more good than you can imagine
Just turned 60 and let me say:
Find joy, every kind, it’s always worth it
I’m talking that massive, never-ending Discord chat with your bestie? The one that makes you giggle through the day? It’s not a “waste of time,” it’s what time was made for
If that’s fanfic for your favorite characters who never even met on screen celebrate that!
If that’s building a tiny fleet of snake villagers for your snake town and they just cover your mantel hell yes!
If that’s collecting pillows and making a fort of them every weekend I’ll be right over
Feeling and sharing joy is the whole point
This is too tempting…, so, I’m 74, and: don’t fund startups
Please keep stretching and exercise enough NOT to need an elaborate strategy to get up from the floor. IT MAY SAVE YOUR LIFE
Say bye to your employer as early as you possibly can, unless you really love your job. You won’t be sorry.
Keep doing the annual checkups 🙏🏼
Enjoy that fucking hobby you’ve acquired in your 50, or find something new. Do try new things & adventures.
I hate “consuming content” and scrolling immediately to the next thing.
People used to be excited about the art that other people created.
People used to want to share that excitement with creators.
I hate this future.
Once someone tagged art that I made with “woah” and I think about it at least once a week. Someone else said “oh neat” once. Someone else WROTE A WHOLE DAMN POEM IN THE COMMENTS. Anyways even just one word can change how someone sees their art. You don’t even have to think about it too hard. You could put a keyboard smash and I’d probably cry from joy.
I’m also trying hard to interact more, I understand that it’s hard to break away from opening your phone and being in Content Consumption Mode.
i hate it too. People useed to write everything from crit to letters to the writer to everything in between. it made it worth it.
YES THIS. IT MADE IT WORTH IT. It’s hard to motivate yourself to make stuff when all it feels like you’re doing is throwing it into the void! Humans don’t make art for nothing! We make it to enhance our connections to the world, to talk to people about our inner thoughts and lives, we make it to bridge gaps and we make it to get info on how to make it better! Criticism and critique are part of sharing art and when that’s gone, everything else feels a little shallow!
All art is a form of communication, if not self-expression. Sure, sometimes people don’t know what to say, but the only thing worse than a tough crowd is a dead one. Be nice to your artists and leave good feedback.
Technically they’re using it for bandages. For now.
Quote from the article
The resulting “nanopasta” can then be spun into a tiny mat about 2 centimetres across. While it isn’t intended as food, Clancy says that it should be safe to eat, but is reticent to talk about having tried it. “It’s an ethical quandary to talk about scientific self-experimentation,” he says. “But, hypothetically, one might expect it to be chewier than you’d expect.”
Oh he’s definitely eating it
scientists are in labs right now creating the thinnest and worst material known to mankind so they can surreptitiously eat it
I’m going to leave a comment on this specifically because it was a really big problem for me when I worked in Event Services, and I want smokers of all sorts to fucking understand something.
Not everyone has a good time with marijuana. I personally get extremely nauseous from prolonged exposure to it, and headaches.
I also had to work as Firewatch frequently in live concerts, which were held in an indoor venue much like a warehouse. ANY GA event with a fairly young demographic, and my whole fucking night was calling in substance use alerts to security, who couldn’t do much of anything to stamp it out.
Understand that even if you are in a huge indoor venue, the ventilation is NOT good enough with so many other people in there for you to argue that your smoke and smell isn’t going to bother anyone. IT BOTHERS EVERYONE. THIS INCLUDES VAPING.
I would be feeling so fucking ill by the time I’d take my half hour, and more often than not these concerts were 8 hour shifts from start to finish, so even when the concert is over and you’ve gone. that smoke is still fucking hanging around, and so are the symptoms of reactions to it. And Firewatch HAS to be in the building so long as anyone else is.
Fucking MISERABLE shifts, all because you think you need to get your hit while listening to live music in order to enjoy it for some fucking reason. Willing to bet plenty of patrons who paid money to enjoy those bands also had their time ruined by people deciding that smoking/vaping in an enclosed space where they had no way to get away from the smell and smoke was totally fine.
Not even getting into the safety risk part that necessitated having Firewatch wardens on shift for idiot shitheads who think lighting shit up inside is a good idea.
I literally couldn’t give a fuck if you like to smoke pot, I am pro legalising it, but I want to rend you limb from limb with my teeth if you ever think its OK to smoke indoors or in ANY space where other people do not have the option of getting away from you, which is MOST communal/crowded spaces.
Don’t be an absolute fuckshit. Smoke or vape your crap at home or in your car or off in a side street BEFORE you go to the concert and DO NOT, EVER, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, SMOKE IN A FUCKING MUSIC VENUE. EVEN outdoors. People CANNOT get away from you and you are pissing off and ruining the fun of every asthmatic and every person who has bad reactions to your substance.
Have some basic fucking consideration for other people I am BEGGING you.
SMOKING WEED IS STILL SMOKING.
Non-smoking spaces exist because many people are immediately negatively affected by the presence of smoke secondhand. Including but not limited asthmatics, people with lung diseases, elderly people, and babies/children.
I don’t care if it’s legal or if weed doesn’t have carcinogens baked into it or you don’t believe in contact highs or whatever, it is not about any of that. “There is smoke here” is enough to be a problem for lots and lots of people! Any smoke!
If an area says “no smoking” DO NOT SMOKE ANYTHING THERE. And for that matter, don’t vape either.
I am asthmatic and I frequently have to leave events early, both indoor and outdoor, because someone decided to light up or vape in a crowd full of people. And if I can’t get far enough away from the smoke, I end up in the emergency room, with all the related expenses. Even if I do get away fairly quickly, I usually feel like shit for several hours afterward. If you cannot go the entire event without tobacco/marijuana, stay home or choose a non-smoke method like edibles or chewing tobacco or something.
And fyi, just because your vape smells like bubblegum instead of cigarettes doesn’t mean it’s not bad for the people around you.
Hot take, but the bubblegum vapes are even worse than smoking. Weed and tobacco smell bad and can get me coughing if I walk into a cloud of it. Those bubblegum or other flavored vapes will also get me feeling nauseous too. Something about them smells unnatural and it turns my stomach every time.
still thinking about “decolonising” missionary work.
the way you decolonise missionary work is by not doing missionary work
the way you decolonise missionaries is like this:
“but it’s part of my religion to evangelise”
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“but we need to go to Ethiopia (one of the oldest christian countries in the world) to make them the right kind of christian!”
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jaguars
“but…”
🐆🐆🐆🐆🐆🐆🐆🐆 jaguars
“but missionaries bring schools and hospitals to poor countries” that’s called humanitarian aid and trying to use humanitarian aid to get religious converts is actually SUPER fucked! hope this helps 🐆🐆🐆
There’s certain types of stories that are quite compelling but because of the way society at large often handles them they are rarely told well and when they are told well people still have a knee-jerk reaction to them.
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