wow, that was frighteningly fast, tumblr dictionary!
Dash Splash (n):
- a short lived meme that overtakes the Dashboard for a bit, but (usually) dies down as soon as it came, with a slow ripple affect of late likes and reblogs.
i disagree with the practice of only reblogging things you want to comment on and liking everything else.
i feel like tumblr’s ultimate purpose is visually bookmarking things that you think are rad and want your friends to be able to see. to show people stuff. liking is to bookmark things you think are interesting and funny that you don’t necessarily want on your own tumblr because, though you might want to be able to find it to show someone later, maybe you don’t feel like it represents you or that particular tumblog. Talking about things is fine, but reblogging something more than once seems silly to me, unless there’s an argument and you feel you must reply. tumblr DOES have a way to comment on things, but you have to implement it yourself in your own tumblr and change your theme to have it.
the reblogging to comment to each other thing would be way less annoying if tumblr somehow could recognize when the same people were reblogging a thing over and over and erase all of the reblogs of it except the last one on each person’s tumblog. because what happens usually is i read the whole conversation on my dashboard once it’s over in the latest post….and then have to just scroll past pages of the reblogs it took to get to that point. i also might add that the people i know who are all friends in vancouver who collectively migrated to tumblr from LiveJournal (and were used to doing the same in the LJ comments section) are the only people i’ve ever seen reblog to have extended conversations of things on any regular basis. just sayin’
and i wish people would reblog things they usually just “like” of mine, if they think they’re interesting or funny instead of just <3ing them, but i suppose that just means they don’t want that thing on their tumblr or don’t want to show that thing to other people.
There’s also this button in the right hand corner with a little minus sign beside it that solves many of these problems. Did I also ruin your LiveJournal friends page with that big picture of me that I took at an unconventional angle and then upped the contrast on?
If you don’t like it, talk to tumblr about getting some way to comment on things without reblogging. See, we’re actually talking about things when we reblog, whereas you and Cheena were just writing ‘reblogagogogog’. I heart the things I like and feel no need to comment on.
I don’t need to see the same rap video reblogged 5 times, I watched it the first time and enjoyed it. I think you all felt the wrath of reblogging madness when Cheena and I did it.
your wish is our command, molls. though mine has another meme within it…
let’s try this out.
you know, if you really want to know whats in it before you take it there are places online where you can buy kits that can identify what drugs are in pills…someone i went to highschool with used to work for “dancesafe” in seattle and they would set up outside raves and test kid’s E to see if there was anything else in it. conversely i’m sure that through some friends or friends of friends you’d eventually know someone who is in chemistry at college and could test them….
or, do what molls said and try them out yourself. conversely you could try to talk someone else into trying them and letting you know what happens….maybe you could get people on the internet to volunteer…i’m sure someone would do it, if only for the LULZ.
So I went to the Farmer’s Market on Fairfax and Melrose on Sunday. While there, I made my best purchase yet:
What you can’t see in this picture are the exact contents of the bottle. Let me break it down for you:
1) Brown bottle (made to hold ludes back in the 70’s).
2) Some cotton stuffing.
3) 20 little orange pills with the imprint ” S F P ” on one side.
4) A note the size of a fortune (from the cookies) that reads: “YOU NEED NOT WORRY ABOUT YOUR FUTURE”
So. My question is: should I eat one (or more) of these pills? Now, the obvious (read: rational) answer is to NO. OF COURSE NOT. But the inner Creeper in me is crazy curious what these pills are.
A little backround to help you make your decision: I bought it from a dude who has the dinkiest little stand on your right as you enter the market. He either had a speech impediment, was on these pills, was speaking a different language, or was slightly mentally retarded. I couldn’t tell.
On the one hand, it’s like, “What’s the worst that can happen?”
But then I started rolling that message around in my head, “YOU NEED NOT WORRY ABOUT YOUR FUTURE”. Is that because after I eat one of these fuckers I won’t have one anymore? Are there people evil enough to throw some cyanide tablets in a brown bottle? Or is it some Alice in Wonderland type jazz, where I eat it and travel to mystical places with talking rabbits? I need some backup on this one you guys…
I have a pretty epic answer for your epic question, Duncan. And yes, you’re right in qualifying this particular question as epic. It is totally epic. And I would like you to consider trading me those pills, but that’s just a side note of sorts.
Anyway, listen. When I moved to my first real apartment in LA, I bought a bunch of stuff at the Salvation Army to furnish my place (BTW, I would recommend to anyone that they try the Salvation Army before IKEA for furniture.) I got a ton of vintage pieces, including a dresser. In the bottom of that dresser, shoved in the slats between the top and center drawers, there was a scarf. In that scarf was a single yellow pill.
Immediately I was curious about what it would do to me and I wanted to take it. My biggest fear was not death, but that perhaps it was just some sort of placebo. I have a rule about pills unless they are oxys or the person I am advising has been doing hard, unmixable drugs for 24 hours straight: ONE WON’T KILL YOU. Two might, three certainly could, but one is never going to kill you. They don’t make pills like that to my knowledge and if they do, well… Fuck it. I have had a pretty awesome life. If I’m going down over one pill, then I failed at building a reasonable immune system. Sucks for me. Kinda.
So I took it and then I laid down in my bed, which at that point had a synthetic fiber comforter. The only significance that fact has is that I was laying there for a long time, wishing my bed was a lot more comfortable and feathery feeling. Then I passed out. For 8 hours in the middle of the day. I slept like a rock from 10 AM until well in to the evening, when I woke up feeling like a champ.
Basically, I think you should take ONE pill on a day that you don’t have to do anything or be anywhere. For all you know, you could be holding generic M&Ms, but just in case they are anything like I had, block off the afternoon to pass out or stare off in to space, drooling on yourself to the sound of Judge Judy. Or whatever it is that you do.