31st
The link is to a blog entry about Google Chrome. I got all hopeful when I saw the URL: “speedier-google-chrome-for-all-users.” I thought, “Wow! Finally I can use Chrome on my Mac!” But no, they just don’t consider Mac users to be real users I guess. I can sign up to be notified, but fat lot of good that’ll do me. I’m still waiting for their Latitude stalker app for my iPhone. Fuckers.
Ericaaaaa puts it better than I could’ve.
A story. Once upon a time I joined this site called consumating. I cannot link to it for it does not exist anymore. I cannot link to the wikipedia page because it was deleted. Trying to describe the feel of the site would not do it justice, but I can describe how it basically worked.
It started as a dating site but with popularity rankings. For every profile you passed by, you could click a thumb pointing up (2 points) or a thumb pointing down (-1 points), and a ranking system was created based on the points. There were questions of the week that could be answered with text and/or photos or videos that could also be thumbed. There were also photo contests, also judged. All of these points were added up, and users were assigned a popularity ranking.
Popularity wasn’t the only thing consumating was about, but it was a big element of it. And let me tell you, I did a lot of silly things for the sake of popularity. A picture of me making out with my ibook vaulted me to the top 100. I talked about baking banana bread wearing only an apron. (Ohh, my integrity!) But it was all in the name of the game - anything with thumbs attached to it, I plotted carefully to figure out what would get me points thus increasing my “popularity.” If you’re wondering, it worked. At my highest, I was the 7th most popular person on the site. (And this is so ridiculous it still floors me.) But the popularity system was flawed in a lot of ways, and I don’t really miss it.
So when I clicked on the new tumblarity link and saw myself ranked amongst all the tumblrs in existence, along with some meaningless number, I had to wonder: why do I need to know this? I don’t want tumblr to be a game, where I am overthinking what postings will get the little hearts and what won’t. I could figure out tricks to play the game if I wanted, but I don’t want to fall into that trap. I just want this place to be me, and not a me that’s fueled by my tumblarity index*. Click the heart if you want, or don’t - I’ll be fine.
(I say this now, but the truth is I am horribly obsessed with stats and analytics and this is one more thing to drive me batty.)
*A system which I am guessing is also very flawed, but since it’s only been around a day I’ll let it go for now.
I’m not sure I like this whole TUMBLARITY concept. I don’t need a website to tell me how unpopular I am. I already experienced that with Consu/GTI. Why should I be subjected to it on my blog? Meh. What do _you_ think?
you wanted babies;
but my genes deserve better.
best of luck with that.
(via sade: indieandyy: mizzchelle)
I’ve been a fan of the show for a long time, and in no small part due to the kick-ass soundtrack.
When I fell in love with this song at the ripe old age of 10 or so, I never thought it would be so self-identifying to me in adulthood.
I would love to own this tie, but not for fourty-two freakin’ dollars! Still, my b-day is rapidly approaching. So if anyone is reading this and feeling generous… you know what to do. /consumerwhorism