“I’ve decided that the amount you invoiced us for is far too much. Here’s my thinking: We are paying you to come up with an idea — we’re not paying you for the time you take to think about it. The actual idea must only take about 30 seconds to think about as you come up with it. All these visuals, that’s just typing. I can do that in Word. It would take me 5 minutes. So I only want to pay you for 5 and a half minutes work.”—
From Abba to Zamballarana, and from Mozart to Eminem, one of rock’s finest talents has identified 500 albums essential to a happy life. It was a long, tortuous undertaking, but the man knows music - and his aim is true
First of all, because I haven’t said it before: thank you. Tumblr is more responsible for hours spent edifyingly and pleasurably away from work than any other site on the web.
I have a humble request though. I like your new Beta ‘Recommend Tuesday’ option. But the categories you require us to place our recommended Tumblrs force us into compromising decisions. Many of the best Tumblrs I follow reflect what I can only assume are the insanely wide-ranging interests of their Tumblerifyers. In fact, often what I most want to recommend to others is the breadth itself of my favorite Tumblrs’ passions, interests, and ideas.
Is there any chance you could drop the category requirement? Life is already stressful enough without having to corral the multifariousness of Tumblrs into preset categories.
“If something happened that we both thought was funny but weren’t supposed to, God help us if one caught the other’s eye. We almost always thought the same things were funny. That may be the best sign of intellectual communion.”—
“In my family we think laughing is good. My parents raised me to have a sense of humor and to live a normal life. My mother did not carry me around under her arm like a loaf of French bread the way former Governor Palin carries her son Trig around looking for sympathy and votes.”—
So the ladies of tumblr are writing about having these epic emotional events related to orgasms (actually I’m not sure that’s exactly what it’s about but I… just don’t care enough to be more informed). I’m gonna write a story and take submissions and make a book out of it and it will be called “Fapping and Yawning” because while ladies with active and ~*MeAnInGFuL*~sex lives may SEEM interesting, what you really want to read about is the fact that at least once a week I fall asleep while watching porn or in the middle of rubbing one out.
I don’t know what kind of commentary this is on the state of my life but I think it’s funny or something. Pathetic. That too. Whatever I’m still awesome.