Oh. Right.
Well… maybe you shouldn’t have sexy pics of your kids on your Facebook, ok?
Can’t stop thinking about Tom Hardy’s admission to having sex with guys.
Can’t stop. Won’t stop.
Shit, I was already imagining erotic scenarios between Eames (Hardy) and Arthur (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) and forcing myself to NOT go searching for INCEPTION fanfic.
But now… I can’t be held responsible for my actions and if you use my laptop in the next few days don’t go looking at my browser history.
Diplo you fine but not fine enough to be so dumb.
Incubus - Echo
Morning View, 2001
Tumblr broke the notification system and I am sad.
Dashboard notifications went away and came back, but they came back…wrong. Kinda like Buffy did in season 6. Before, a like on any post of yours, original or reblog, would appear on the dash. Not so anymore. If you reblog a post and 100 people like YOUR reblog, you won’t ever know, only the original poster. Now, in the usual instance on Tumblr, a picture of something mundane - a popsicle - that gets reblogged 1,000 times (999 times without any kind of commentary), this wouldn’t really be an issue because who cares who liked what - it’s all the same. But in the world of people who actually contribute in reblogs, it certainly does matter who liked what. I mean it doesn’t matter like, air quotes matter, like, big picture life matter but…
Also, in pre-resurrection notifications, when you hovered over the post type (so and so liked your PHOTO/POST/LINK), you could see the URL of the exact post that was liked. Which, in the case of debates or something that smart people on Tumblr do (lol I dunno), is important to know. Are they agreeing with my point of view or that douche who reblogged me? (Also important when you see someone has liked your post and you’re like, wait, that stupid bitch doesn’t even follow me how is she liking my shit?)
Plz fix.
No, it’s not a ransom note, though if you’d like to send us $100k in unmarked $20 bills, feel free. Here we’ve spelled out TUMBLR TRIVIA using letters from famous logos - logos of all kinds, companies, movies, anything that has a trademarked, or at least highly recognizable logo attached to it. Name as many of the logos you can.
The loot this week is a set of these probably no longer smell-ful (I’ve had them for about 7 years) but still really awesome looking Aqua Teen Hunger Force car fresheners.
Get in there kids. Show me what you’re working with, brain-wise.
What, exactly, is the point of decaf espresso?
Please get out of the line man that fake doppio is wasting everyone’s time. How about you go to a crowded bar where people are clamoring to get a drink and hold up the line ordering an O’Douls. Go do that.
In case anyone forgot about, or wasn’t privy to, the late 90’s series of R. Kelly/Ronald Isley operas, here is “Contagious”. I used to act out the parts with friends.
Mr. Big: What the hell is goin’ on between the sheets in my home???
Chante Moore: Baby, wait let me explain before you start to point your cane!
Mr. Big: Girl, I’m about to have a fit!R. Kelly: Oh, it’s about to be some shit. How did I get into this? Should’ve never came home with this bitch.
Someone,
I think,
needs a life.
Looking at 38 pages of posts liked by someone… not even 38 pages of her actual posts. Children, go watch some porn or something.
On not fitting in
Yesterday I attended a birthday happy hour where 95% of the conversation was politics. Even the jokes were all based in a world where current events have everything to do with wars and Capitol Hill and nothing to do with Lindsay Lohan’s incarceration or iPhone apps. Political chatter in DC? GASP, I know. Here’s the thing though: I… don’t care about politics? Probably not the best way to be but I just don’t have the mental acuity. At any given time my brain’s working at about 95% performance capacity just trying to strategize victories in Angry Birds. So I’m sitting there, listening and really, I just felt like the dumbest dummy. Every now and then a name would pop up and I’d be like yes! Sherrod! That sounds familiar to me! But mostly I was lost. Or checking Tumblr. Waiting for the moment someone would broach a subject on which I could contribute. Unfortunately no one brought up the pros and cons of the dozen day-old Krispy Kreme donuts for 2 dollars deal, Sketchers Shape-Ups: friend or foe?, or how best to blend in with the teens when you’re the oldest person at an Electro-House show.
Oh you know, just hanging out at the mall at 9am. Food court, free-wifi, McDonalds breakfast. No work today. I have to go home to my now-powered apartment since I am not trying to show up to work in the same clothes I wore yesterday. Also need to clean out the fridge. Wasn’t much in there. But there was some crab dip so, that should be pretty dreadful.
Seriously considering getting another McGriddles.
Welp, another night as a Katrina refugee.
