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Dec. 5th, 2018 08:41 amWelp.
As it appears Tumblr has begun its death spiral, I suppose I should finally come back and dust off this terrible old journal.
I'd gotten used to the Tumblr experience - it was honestly nice not to have to constantly talk about myself, or generate regular content, or search hard for someone to interact with. Every day, my well-curated dash would effortlessly provide me a fresh and interesting mix of humor, science, music, current events, history, attractive humans, social perspective, fandom stuff, art and cute animals. I'd found a clutch of people whom I thought of as my friends (and a smaller handful that I know actually are) and I could express my support or caring easily, when I felt the urge, in a way that didn't stress me out; I could have brief real-time conversations with them, rather than writing them comment or ask "letters" and hoping for reply. Here, I will merely be mumbling into the void, embarrased by my own self-involvement, seeing only the posts of the two or three people I know on here (if they post at all, which they generally haven't been) and the one limping ghost town of a "community" page I follow, on which exactly one person shows up once a week and recs only fics that do not feature my preferred character. SIGH.
Okay, I'll admit that even I was getting a little sick of the queued temari photo posts, at this point. But they were an easy set-it-and-forget-it content generator, and it seemed like some people liked them. It was nice to be able to see those posts and think "I did that, and it was pretty!" - and their regular scheduling meant that my husband and I (and perhaps some other people too, among my followers?) could use them as a timestamp-place markers for our dashes. If I scrolled far enough to see one of my temari, I knew I'd gotten to a Monday, Wednesday or Friday at 10 AM. Since I last reset my queue, I have M-W-F posts set for every week all the way to September of 2020! (Minus about 20 gaps, which I'd planned to fill with missing photos I had in my collection but had never created a post from - I hadn't been able to fill all the gaps, originally, because of queue limits. I'd actually planned to take the time and fill those gaps around now, but I honestly see no need anymore.) So I guess that even if this all really does go to shit, my blog will live on as a zombie for a while.
In the meantime, what you can look forward to on this blog: inconsistent updating, meaningless vague babble about to-do list items, periodic whining about my inability to complete my writing projects (holy shit I'm STILL stuck in the middle of chapter 3, my last post about it was in JULY ffs), and possibly a bunch of navel-gazing on the topics of getting older, dealing with family, shopping for a house, materialistic concerns, etc.
Woo! Exciting! I'm sure you're incredibly thrilled to be here.
;)
As it appears Tumblr has begun its death spiral, I suppose I should finally come back and dust off this terrible old journal.
I'd gotten used to the Tumblr experience - it was honestly nice not to have to constantly talk about myself, or generate regular content, or search hard for someone to interact with. Every day, my well-curated dash would effortlessly provide me a fresh and interesting mix of humor, science, music, current events, history, attractive humans, social perspective, fandom stuff, art and cute animals. I'd found a clutch of people whom I thought of as my friends (and a smaller handful that I know actually are) and I could express my support or caring easily, when I felt the urge, in a way that didn't stress me out; I could have brief real-time conversations with them, rather than writing them comment or ask "letters" and hoping for reply. Here, I will merely be mumbling into the void, embarrased by my own self-involvement, seeing only the posts of the two or three people I know on here (if they post at all, which they generally haven't been) and the one limping ghost town of a "community" page I follow, on which exactly one person shows up once a week and recs only fics that do not feature my preferred character. SIGH.
Okay, I'll admit that even I was getting a little sick of the queued temari photo posts, at this point. But they were an easy set-it-and-forget-it content generator, and it seemed like some people liked them. It was nice to be able to see those posts and think "I did that, and it was pretty!" - and their regular scheduling meant that my husband and I (and perhaps some other people too, among my followers?) could use them as a timestamp-place markers for our dashes. If I scrolled far enough to see one of my temari, I knew I'd gotten to a Monday, Wednesday or Friday at 10 AM. Since I last reset my queue, I have M-W-F posts set for every week all the way to September of 2020! (Minus about 20 gaps, which I'd planned to fill with missing photos I had in my collection but had never created a post from - I hadn't been able to fill all the gaps, originally, because of queue limits. I'd actually planned to take the time and fill those gaps around now, but I honestly see no need anymore.) So I guess that even if this all really does go to shit, my blog will live on as a zombie for a while.
In the meantime, what you can look forward to on this blog: inconsistent updating, meaningless vague babble about to-do list items, periodic whining about my inability to complete my writing projects (holy shit I'm STILL stuck in the middle of chapter 3, my last post about it was in JULY ffs), and possibly a bunch of navel-gazing on the topics of getting older, dealing with family, shopping for a house, materialistic concerns, etc.
Woo! Exciting! I'm sure you're incredibly thrilled to be here.
;)
