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I told my mom about tumblr helping people get their dream pets and she told me I should jump on the bandwagon
She said if this post get 200,000 notes, I can get a teddy bear hamster like this one
guys my old hamster died of a stroke and I really miss him so please help me get my dream pet k thanks
Gus please my mom is laughing at me right now
I PROMISE YOU YOU WILL GET YOUR HAMSTER
WE MAKE DREAMS COME TRUE.
This phenomenon boggles me …but I’m happy to play along.
I kind of can’t wait until my kids are old enough that I can pass the buck on all my parenting decisions to tumblr. Just think: in a few years, there will be two more of these people starting these things, asking for another guitar or to be allowed to go to Comic Con or whatever unthinkable ideas they will have.
Dear anon: do you seriously have no sense of humor, sarcasm, or silliness?
Don’t answer that, greyface. I don’t actually care about your deficiencies or disorders; that’s the level of courtesy you get from me when you come at me with an asshole attitude coupled with sheer, craven cowardice. (Also I am still sick, which probably doesn’t leave my attitude any more gentle.)
Turning off anon for a while; maybe taking a break. A bit disgusted with tumblr at the moment.
The last episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer aired ten years ago today on May 20th, 2003
Can’t believe it’s been a decade!
We started watching in S1, when we lived in tiny house while I was in grad school. By S2 it had become a thing in our group of friends; on Tuesday nights I would cook a big dinner, my cohort would come over and we’d do our homework together, and then we’d watch the show. We usually stuck around to yell at Dawson, too, because by then the homework was done and dinner was over but it was too early to go out for drinks.
When the last episode aired, we were in a different house, a much bigger one that we owned, and I had two children, including an infant.
Buffy has always made me feel old, but bless these kids for making that journey with me. Haven’t figured out if it’s time to start showing it to my own kids yet.
It’s graduation week and so all of the common spaces in buildings that are usually populated with harried students are filled up with parents and grandparents and younger siblings.
And it’s very sweet, to see these workspaces become communal celebratory spaces; it’s a good reminder of the places that universities hold in society and all that. They’re usually such relatively privileged, age-segregated spaces, and the classing of the space is blown wide open when the university opens up to all the families.
All of which is why I am trying very hard not to be bitter about having all of my usual quiet spots so crowded with clueless, bumbling, clumsy parents taking pictures of their kids.
In other news: turned in my grades today. I AM FREE OF SPRING 2013 AND COURSEWORK. FOREVER.
(It’s even better because I got a research appointment for the summer and next academic year. I said goodbye to some of my favorite undergrads at the department reception and now I don’t have to get new ones.)
I really hope Yahoo doesn’t fuck up Tumblr like it’s fucked up … well, every single thing it’s ever touched in the history of the universe.
See here’s the thing though. The only way to prevent something like this would have been to make Tumblr an unwelcoming space, and that’s where we run into the Usenet Paradox. If you try to keep a cool thing to yourself, you get called cliquish, elitist, a snob. But if you don’t work to police its borders — which you probably shouldn’t do, because the people calling you cliquish probably have something of a point, and being an actual border-policing snob saps the fun right out of the thing you’re ostensibly trying to protect — then the people with the money are coming for it. Every single time. Forever. And they will do what they do, because it’s what they do. I can’t speak on behalf of my friends, but I’d hazard a guess that my old buddies Alternative Rock, Rap, Jazz, Independent Film, Things That Are About Vampires and/or Zombies, and The Neighborhoods of Several Large American Cities will co-sign me on this.
*I just invented this paradox. If you wanna option it for a film please do holler, I see immense prospects for development
I read in this response the same fatigue with “the way intellectual property works in a capitalist society” that has characterized life for the last 20 years that I have actually been paying attention.
“How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love the Venture Capitalists” is a cynical, depressing story, sure. If you come up with another one, you should feel free to share it, but you better copyright that shit before you do.