“I just hope that if any athletes are injured up there [in Vancouver], they aren’t killed by Canada’s national health care system. I understand in Canada if you break your leg they just put you down like a horse and harvest your organs. The rest is ground into meat and fed to beavers.”—
• too much food nap • sweaty in the afternoon on top of your covers nap • still wearing your shoes collapse nap • time traveling waking up when it’s dark when it used to be light out nap • drunk and curled up under coats at a party nap • all nighter power nap* • waking up too early so you…
I’d like to add:
hungover, incapable of making it through a streaming movie on your laptop, post-self-love, pre-coffee or tea, please don’t make me talk on the phone nap
Lucy The Pug: Don’t forget - Laying in front of a roaring fire, roasting your fuzzy head till you fall asleep nap!
I’ve run pitchfork.tumblr.com for almost a year now. I had several posts up and I followed 28 people with the account. All my posts are now gone and my address has been changed to pitchfork1.tumblr.com. Where my blog once stood now stands the official Tumblr for Pitchfork Media Inc. Watch out, Soup, I hear Campbell’s is gunning for you next.
Recently, one of my friends who is subscribed to my pitchfork tumblr was surprised to see a sudden change in the content I was posting. That’s because Tumblr stole my subdomain and gave (sold?) it to Pitchfork Media Inc. Keep in mind that the word “pitchfork” is not a proprietary name, it is a noun dating back to the year 1364, so they had no legal right to the word or the subdomain. It clearly wasn’t a case of impersonation as none of my posts had anything to do with music. If there was some kind of content quality threshold that failed to be met which led to my blog’s demise, then 98% of Tumblr should now be blank. Is it possible there’s a certain amount of time that can pass between posts before Tumblr deletes your blog? If so, they should probably make that information public just in case someone accidentally makes the mistake of going on vacation.
The worst part of all this is that if you subscribe to the RSS feed for the “new” Pitchfork Tumblr (http://pitchfork.tumblr.com/rss), you’ll see the first five posts I made are still there! There’s even a post with a screenshot from my March Madness pool standings with my name and face on it. Sadly, I apparently no longer control this image or this information, nor can I exercise my right to remove it from the Internet. But hey, it’s not like these amateurs haven’t pulled this crap before, they’ll probably just write some new content policy after the fact in order to justify it like last time.
If you think your content shouldn’t be deleted and moved arbitrarily at the whims of corporate latecomers, then you should consider contacting the Tumblr team to ask them to stop disrespecting their loyal users:
Email firstname.lastname@example.org and or call them out on Twitter
“Moving content for corporations is unacceptable. Pitchfork has no right to own that domain on Tumblr without even a notification to the original holder just because it wants that name. It would be like, in real life, Donald Trump just bulldozing people’s houses without asking because the land it was on reminded him of his hair. Really shoddy work, Tumblr.”
Normally don’t get involved with Tumblr politics, but this is total bullshit.
i dont know about you guys but i just LOVE the new taste of Diet Dr Pepper!
for that great taste you love without all the calories (sad trombone sound), drink Diet Dr Pepper today!
I suspect that my inner monologue is more conversational than other people’s, so I’m going to throw this out there and see if I’m right.
I often find that, in my brain, I’m talking like there are two of us.
There’s a “Christine” and there’s a “me” — so like, if I accidentally spill something everywhere, I’d go, “Good one, Christine,” in my head.
Christine always fucks things up.
Christine is an idiot.
But then if it’s a good idea, it’s the “me” voice taking the credit.
So like, today I was going through my bag and then got distracted by something else. Once I’d finished the distracting task, I turned back toward my bag and was like, “Wait, what was I gonna get out of there?”
And when I remembered that I was looking for blush, I thought, “Oh, I was gonna put blush on, which was cute of me.”
Like, who the hell am I explaining things to?
Chances are I’m just a nerd who is unwilling to own her embarrassing experiences, but in moments of paranoia I wonder how other people are narrating their lives to themselves and suspect that my method is less-than-normal.
The geekiest is when I narrate things that are happening as they’re happening: “She climbed the stairs with a sense of malaise. The soles of her shoes stuck to the beer-stained steps, and she decided she’d need to mop later.”