One of those days.
Feb. 12th, 2013 03:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kraitI'm having an awful week with regards to finding out that fic I love has been hiatus'd/discontinued/abandoned... and I'm not saying anything further, because most of the authors are part of the Tumblr crowd and that seems to be the HQ of I'm A Delicate Snowflake How Dare You Say Anything About My Fic Are You Pressuring Me Everyone's So Mean I Wish All My Readers Were Unable To Communicate With Me At All.
There are several people on Tumblr who don't fall into that category, of course; and I would like to be friends with them/comment to them/babble excited feedback in their virtual ears! But they're on Tumblr, where it's impossible to start a 'conversation' more complex than a 500-character, no-line-separation anonymous ask. *sadfaces*
Also I'm just feeling old, because I still cannot figure out the point of Tumblr -- like, how is it satisfying to just... what, collect a random stream of images and 'reblog this if' memes? What does that do for Tumblr users that I'm not grasping, because to me it's roughly analogous to saying that your hobby is cutting random pages out of magazines. Not articles, or not mostly; not special-interest magazines on topics you enjoy; just grabbing a big handful of random magazines from a dentist's office recycling bin and pulling out random pages to keep. Some stuff's from 2008, some stuff's fun to read, but most of it's just advertising or out-of-context pictures without context. And you spend hours doing this, then for a break you go look through the cutout piles of twenty other people. [/oldfan]
I suspect a third of this annoyance I'm feeling is really me redirecting my frustration at my current painting project, and/or the tension of fighting with the new laptop for hours to get everything set up and copied over and reset and such. Doesn't make me feel better, though.
There are several people on Tumblr who don't fall into that category, of course; and I would like to be friends with them/comment to them/babble excited feedback in their virtual ears! But they're on Tumblr, where it's impossible to start a 'conversation' more complex than a 500-character, no-line-separation anonymous ask. *sadfaces*
Also I'm just feeling old, because I still cannot figure out the point of Tumblr -- like, how is it satisfying to just... what, collect a random stream of images and 'reblog this if' memes? What does that do for Tumblr users that I'm not grasping, because to me it's roughly analogous to saying that your hobby is cutting random pages out of magazines. Not articles, or not mostly; not special-interest magazines on topics you enjoy; just grabbing a big handful of random magazines from a dentist's office recycling bin and pulling out random pages to keep. Some stuff's from 2008, some stuff's fun to read, but most of it's just advertising or out-of-context pictures without context. And you spend hours doing this, then for a break you go look through the cutout piles of twenty other people. [/oldfan]
I suspect a third of this annoyance I'm feeling is really me redirecting my frustration at my current painting project, and/or the tension of fighting with the new laptop for hours to get everything set up and copied over and reset and such. Doesn't make me feel better, though.
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Date: 2013-02-12 11:14 pm (UTC)Sometimes I reblog cute animal pictures, cool photos, political stuff, boobs don't work that way, and the Hawkeye Project. I don't mind the repetition--I can scroll. (I also scroll past the huge gifsets of football teams I don't follow or actively hate. I suppose I could install tumblr savior and make my life easier...)