June 2011
134 posts
i wish i could do this! my name sucks and nobody likes anyone named shannon
Ahahah, and all the songs about Charlottes are really lame.
What about “Charlotte Sometimes” by The Cure? Or do you consider that lame too?
That shit is getting EXPENSIVE.
You work in an office. You are employed by the company, same as me.
If you want to sell Pampered Chef / Avon / Tupperware products on your own time, I have no problem with it.
If you want to leave a catalog in the break room for people to peruse and order things from, I have no problem with it.
BUT. When you come by my desk and ask me if I’ve looked at the catalog, and urge me to buy something from you, I have a problem. Especially if it’s during work hours when we’re being paid by our employer to work.
Please, PLEASE don’t bug me with this crap. I don’t come around to your desk and urge you to buy Girl Scout cookies from my daughter. I don’t stand there at your desk, giving you the “hard sell” to try to get you to donate to my current charity drive. Please do me the same courtesy and leave me out of your latest money-making undertaking.
I did not know that. Awesome!
Finest Worksong | R.E.M.
The time to rise has been engaged
Your better best to rearrange
I’m talking here to me alone
I listen to the finest worksongYour finest hour
Your finest hourI’m reblogging Rich because this song is awesome and so is he.
Coincidentally, I was actually planning to post this yesterday. Except I was going to post this because every time I read something from myfinestdefenses, I hear his username sung to the tune of “your finest hour”. (Now you will, too.)
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rossruns reblogged your post: Damn my lack of scripting skills right now, I…block
may be wrong, but this sounds like…wouldn’t really fit into Tumblr’s dash very well,…
I hope you get as far in life as that attitude will take you. Really, if the point was a 7 o’clock bus, you showed up at 7:15, buddy.
The whole idea is TO MAKE OTHER BLOG POSTS FIT INTO TUMBLR’S DASH, seamlessly. I’m guessing you’ve never installed any extensions before and speak from exactly that level of experience. But, you know, nice to know someone cared enough to read my idea, I guess. Thanks for that?
Au contraire - I’ve installed many an extension and have even written a few of my own (ok, so they’re primarily Greasemonkey scripts, but the extension portion would primarily be repackaging them in another format.)
The point I was making, which you so blithely blew by, was that Tumblr’s dashboard is primarily a pretty UI for their backend, which does all the heavy lifting. For you to have an extension that 1) constantly polled a list of sites, 2) pulled new content into a database that reformatted them, and 3) inserted them in-situ into the Tumblr post stream (and I’m assuming left them there in perpetuity as you scrolled backwards/forwards indefinitely), you’d basically have to have your own backend data-management mechanism. Something that heavy on processing, storage, and endurance is probably not the right fit for an extension. Of course, you could be thinking of doing this all real-time and not storing anything anywhere, but now you’re looking at the overhead and processing time of constantly pulling in, formatting, and inserting posts based on where you are in your Dash history, which is going to play merry hell with the user experience as they begin to scroll down the page, only to have posts get inserted after they’ve passed by that portion of the stream.
It sounds like what you are looking for is to build an RSS reader into an extension, but have the UI for the reader be integrated with Tumblr’s dashboard. While this is, of course, possible, given enough time and effort, I can’t see the urgent NEED for such a thing. RSS feed readers exist. They’re even built into browsers nowadays. Extensions like missing e provide functionality on Tumblr that cannot be found anywhere else in any shape or form. Your extension just relocates an existing solution into the Tumblr dash. Would people LIKE to see posts from other sites on their dash so they don’t have to leave Tumblr? I’m guessing if you asked people that way, they’d say “sure.” But would those people pay for it when there are free feed readers they can use instead with only mild “inconvenience”? (Or not even any inconvenience, given that there’s no reason you can’t have a feed reader open in a second tab of your browser, and have the “Share on Tumblr” link embedded in each feed post in the reader with a 5-liner script.)
My original reblog of your post also tried to suggest some workarounds, since you clearly indicated you didn’t know how to code your extension. I was trying to be helpful, and foster some discussion. I did not appreciate your patronizing and insulting response. If this is the way you treat people who are trying to help you, I can’t imagine that any extension developers would want to get involved in helping you implement your idea.
I wish you luck, though, and here I’m NOT being sarcastic or patronizing. If you actually do get something like this together, I’d be willing to give it a test to see how it changes my current Tumblr/Blog Reading habits.
Dead Eye Dick - New Age Girl
Time for a Tumblr sing-a-long!
I’ve got a new age girl
(Tell us what she’s like)
An environmentalist girl
(Does she ride a bike)
She has crystal necklace
(She spend a lot of cash)
Though her vibes are rather reckless
(She’s heading for a crash)
Oh her flowing skirt is blowing in a transcendental wind
And she wonders without knowing where did she begin..
Mary Moon.. she’s a vegetarian
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon.. will outlive all the septuagenarians
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Oh, she loves me so
She hates to be alone
She don’t eat meat
But she sure like the bone
RAH
You knew she drives a wind car
(How does she like it)
It doesn’t get her far
(Why doesn’t she bike it)
But it gets her to where she’s going to
(I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know)
Where that is, I wish I knew
I don’t know where she’s going
And I don’t know where she’s been
All I know that loving her has gotta be a sin
(Chorus)
RAH
Mary Moon will you hesitate
Don’t segregate your thought from your emotions
I know that devotion isn’t way up there
RAH
Mary Moon.. she’s a vegetarian
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon.. will outlive all the septuagenarians
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon.. She’s an intellectual
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon.. Despite that fact remains quite sexual
(Mary Moon, Mary Moon, Mary Moon)
Mary Moon.. She’s the one for me, me, yeah
RAH
Damn my lack of scripting skills right now, I would totally write that extension myself. I even know how it would work… I just don’t know how to code it.
Basically the extension would need a “management” panel or page, where you, the user, could add to or remove from a list of (non-tumblr)…
I may be wrong, but this sounds like it wouldn’t really fit into Tumblr’s dash very well, since Tumblr controls the dash and what you’re asking to do is basically set up an independent database that monitors Wordpress (or other) blogs and inserts posts in the appropriate location.
You could mimic the functionality you want by creating a bare tumblr, and then adding the Wordpress blog’s RSS feed into it in the configuration tab to auto-pull-and-post that blog’s posts into the bare tumblr. Then follow that tumblr with your account and you’ll see all the blog posts as they’re scraped/reposted on tumblr. Of course, you’re effectively stealing the blog’s content and republishing it on tumblr, so only do this if you have no qualms about stealing someone else’s intellectual property and repurposing it for your own entertainment.
Someone at Groupon has an AWESOME sense of humor.
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INXS - Elegantly Wasted
We run
We hide
We wait and we want
The good life
Aw sure
You’re right
This ain’t, the good life
My 6-year old loves to draw and color, and once her Kindergarten class got into storyboarding and writing stories, she started writing stories on her own outside of class. I found this one penned in her “Drawing Journal” the other day and thought it was too cute not to share.



(She said she messed up and so she wrapped up the story early. I think it’s perfect.)
- Me: *snoring*
- Alarm clock @ 5: 15: *Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz* WAKE UP. WAKE UP. *Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
- Me: Huh? Wha? Huh?
- Alarm Clock: WAKE UP. Or I will continue to blare Top 40 Country hits until I wake up your wife and daughters.
- Me: Huh? Wha?
- Me: Wait, what is going on here?
- Me: Does that clock say 5:15? Who the hell set the alarm for 5:15?
- Me: Oh wait, I set the alarm for 5:15.
- Me: Why on earth did I set the alarm for 5:15 again?
- Me: *slides out of bed, turns off the alarm*
- Alarm Clock: See ya tomorrow, sucker.
- My Body: Wait. What are you doing standing up? We should be sleeping right now.
- Me: I'm not exactly sure, myself. Brain, you want to weigh in?
- My Brain: You've reached Ross' Brain. I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message I'll get back as soon as possible. Hahahaha.
- Me: Umm.
- Body: Seriously. Get horizontal now, or I'm gonna do it for you.
- Me: Wait. Running. I'm supposed to go running this morning.
- Body: Are you kidding? There's no way I'm going running this morning. Actually, I don't know why I'm even having this conversation with you. I'm going back to bed.
- Me: (weakly) No.
- Body: Excuse me?
- Me: (more strongly) Just give me a minute. Nap while I stand here and think for a second.
- Body: Ok, get back to me when you decide to go back to bed.
- Me: *shuffles to kitchen, makes cup of coffee and toasted english muffin w/ peanut butter*
- Brain: Is that coffee?
- Me: I think so.
- Brain: *sniffs* GIMME.
- Me: Hold on, it's too hot.
- Brain: DON'T CARE. GIMME.
- Brain: Oof. Why am I so fuzzy?
- Me: Because it's 5:27?
- Brain: Yeah, that'd do it. Ok, drink your coffee and I'll check back in with you in 10.
- Me: *sips coffee and eats breakfast in silence*
- Brain: Hey, so, question for you...
- Me: Shoot.
- Brain: Do you really need me on this run? Or can I check out until you're done?
- Me: Um. As long as I'm aware enough to watch out for cars, I should be ok.
- Brain: Cool, yo. Catch you later!
- Me: *gets geared up, stretches, and heads out the door*
- Me: *starts to jog down the block*
- Body: WHOA. Whoa. WHOA. WHOA. What the hell are you DOING??
- Me: Running. Or at least trying to.
- Body: Who told you that you could do that?
- Me: Um. I need to. I want to. I think.
- Body: You could have asked me.
- Me: You were off in dreamland. Next time, help me out when I’m trying to get up and I'll ask for your input.
- Body: Yeah, like that's gonna ever happen.
- Me: Asking for your input?
- Body: No, me helping you out.
- Body: I'll have you know I'm doing this under duress.
- Me: I know. BELIEVE ME, I know.
- Body: I'm not going to like this, you know.
- Me: Yes you will.
- Body: I'll believe it when I see it.
- Me: Um, you like running.
- Body: NOT AT THE BUTTCRACK OF DAWN I DON'T.
- Me: Relax, relax. Look, we're already a half-mile in to the run. Don't you feel better?
- Body: Not really.
- Me: Then why are you running a minute faster pace than you were when we started?
- Body: Because the sooner I hit 4 miles, the sooner I'm done with this running crap.
- Me: That's the ticket. Stick with me, kid, and you'll go far.
- Body: Yeah, not the best way to convince me to keep going.
- Brain: HEY GUYS! MAN, THESE ARE SOME MONDO ENDORPHINS! I FEEL GREAT! I'M FLYING! I COULD REPROVE FERMAT'S LAST THEOREM WITH NO PAPER RIGHT NOW! MAN, DON'T YOU STOP RUNNING, EVER!
- Me & Body: Shut up. Shut up now, or I will watch reruns of According to Jim until you shrivel up and are left sobbing in the deepest recesses of my head.
- Brain: (meekly) OK. Hey, look out for that car.
- Me: Thanks.
- Brain: Don't mention it.
- Body: Um, guys - next time, can you plan a route that doesn't involve hills?
- Brain: That's sort of hard to do around here. We can minimize 'em, but unless we make laps in the neighborhood or drive over to the middle school track, it's hard to keep it level.
- Body: Fine by me!
- Brain: Laps around the neighborhood are only slightly more appetizing than watching episodes of Deal or No Deal. I will do everything in my power to sabotage you at work today if you force me to do that more than once a week.
- Me: Ok, ok, settle down, guys. Look, we'll work out a compromise later. Right now though, let's just get through this last mile and then we can move on to something a little more fun this morning.
- Body: Like sleep?
- Brain: Like more coffee?
- Me: How about - a shower, some yogurt, and a nice leisurely drive to work with air conditioning and some interesting podcasts to listen to?
- Body and Brain: Deal.
- Me: *sighs* And to think I'm crazy enough to consider training for a half-marathon this fall.
- Body and Brain: WHOA. Whoa. WHOA. WHOA.
- Me: *sighs*
