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This seems especially true of tumblr, which is ironic because the people I know who have fled to tumblr from the likes of Facebook or whatever did so because they were, ostensibly, sick and tired of all the random, useless crap that gets posted to FB on a regular basis. However, the difference between tumblr and Facebook seems to be that 99.9999999999999% of the stuff that gets posted to tumblr is just stuff that is "reblogged" from someone else. That is to say, it's not even original random, useless crap. At least on Facebook, it's seems like the percentage of random, useless crap that is original (at least in the sense that the person posting it actually went out and stumbled upon it themselves on the Internet at large, rather than merely seeing it posted by someone else on their list and deciding to just repost that) is slightly higher (very very very slightly, maybe along the lines of 0.0000001% or something). Twitter is roughly FB levels of random, useless crap. Livejournal still has the best cream:cruft ratio of the ones I personally use (but not by much, even then).
The reason I am up posting about this great epiphany (it's not really an epiphany at all, but something that I've been vaguely pondering for a while, and certainly isn't original to me) right now at this very minute is because of a dream I just woke up from. I will not talk about the specifics of the dream at all now, because I don't have time to do so at the moment (as it's after 5:00am [holy crap, have I really been writing on this post for over an hour and a half now? {and, jeez, do I ever use way too many parenthetical asides (almost assuredly improperly formatted/punctuated) in my writing (generally speaking, as well as in this particular post)}] and I need to get back to bed). However, the dream, though utterly unrelated to any of the above, is the reason I am up. I felt like the dream was important enough that I needed to write it down in my dream journal (which I haven't used in over two years), though, so I'll most likely be posting about it tomorrow or whenever. I am up because, though I wanted to write in my dream journal, I didn't have a pen handy, so I came to the computer desk to get one. And while at the computer, I made the horrific mistake of saying to myself "Ah, it won't hurt to check Google Reader while I'm here." I have Google Reader set up to follow everything that it can possibly follow that I used to check manually. This includes tumblr. Most other things that I'm following had either zero, one, or two updates (primarily zero) since the last time I checked it right before going to bed a few hours ago. The tumblr folder, on the other hand, had around 40 or so updates since last I checked. And, as noted above, 99.9999999999% of it was the most inane, useless, borderline emo shit I've ever seen (as usual). The only other thing that had even remotely this many updates was my "Video Game Stuff" folder, which follows the combined updates of Rock Paper Shotgun, Kotaku, Destructoid, and Zero Punctuation, and even that folder only had like 10 or so updates since a few hours ago.
Anyway, I found a pen, wrote down the gist of the dream, from which I should be able to more fully construct the dream later (and you can look forward to that post probably tomorrow!), and tried to go back to bed. However, the great epiphany about social networking was nagging at me, so I felt the need to get back up and post about it. For some reason.
tl;dr version of everything up to this point: I'm considering killing my tumblr account, because I don't feel like I'm really getting anything worthwhile out of it (even compared to the majority of Facebook, which is really saying something). Also, I had a dream that I'll probably be posting about later.
I feel like I should be (or possibly am, in a weird way) drunk right now, even though I'm actually not. This is somewhat related to the dream that I won't be going into at the moment, but is mostly just due to the fact that I woke up suddenly after only 3 or so hours of sleep. The dream really kind of messed me up, in a way, but not necessarily in a bad way. I'll need more time to process it before discussing it. Teaser, teaser, tune in next time!
I have a feeling I might be deleting this particular journal entry when I see it later, though, when I'm in a less groggy state of mind, so read it now while you can! Or not. Don't really care, one way or the other. ¬_¬ I just felt like this was something I had to post about (even if nobody but me will see it and unimportant though it may be in the grand scheme of things) or else I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. Seems strange and screwed up, but whatever. Of course, now I only have like 2 hours left before I'm supposed to get up anyway, so I might not get back to sleep regardless.
*looks outside* And crud, the sky's already starting to lighten up in pre-dawn. Google tells me that official sunrise time is in 5 minutes. That sucks.
On that note, I really should go back to bed now, even if I just end up laying there fruitlessly for a couple hours. I shouldn't even be up at all in the first place, really. WTF.
(EDIT)
So yeah, about the dream. I have decided that it would better to not share that one after all, as it's a bit too personal. Therefore, the above became merely a pointless anti-tumblr rant. Oh well.
(EDIT 2, much much later)
Oh, fuck it, I'll tell you about the dream. I was at "a bar" actively "looking for chicks." I was having no luck whatsoever with said activity. I was feeling all depressed and generally like shit (in the dream, though I certainly felt the same after I woke up, too) though I wasn't sure (both in the dream and especially after I woke up later) whether the reason I was feeling like shit was because I was particularly bad at "going to a bar and 'looking for chicks'" or because I was "going to a bar and 'looking for chicks'" at all, in the first place.
Hell, I wrote more there than I actually wrote in the dream journal itself, which was simply "Me, at a bar for the first time ever, actively buying a drink and looking for women. Miserable experience, in the dream."
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The reason I am up posting about this great epiphany (it's not really an epiphany at all, but something that I've been vaguely pondering for a while, and certainly isn't original to me) right now at this very minute is because of a dream I just woke up from. I will not talk about the specifics of the dream at all now, because I don't have time to do so at the moment (as it's after 5:00am [holy crap, have I really been writing on this post for over an hour and a half now? {and, jeez, do I ever use way too many parenthetical asides (almost assuredly improperly formatted/punctuated) in my writing (generally speaking, as well as in this particular post)}] and I need to get back to bed). However, the dream, though utterly unrelated to any of the above, is the reason I am up. I felt like the dream was important enough that I needed to write it down in my dream journal (which I haven't used in over two years), though, so I'll most likely be posting about it tomorrow or whenever. I am up because, though I wanted to write in my dream journal, I didn't have a pen handy, so I came to the computer desk to get one. And while at the computer, I made the horrific mistake of saying to myself "Ah, it won't hurt to check Google Reader while I'm here." I have Google Reader set up to follow everything that it can possibly follow that I used to check manually. This includes tumblr. Most other things that I'm following had either zero, one, or two updates (primarily zero) since the last time I checked it right before going to bed a few hours ago. The tumblr folder, on the other hand, had around 40 or so updates since last I checked. And, as noted above, 99.9999999999% of it was the most inane, useless, borderline emo shit I've ever seen (as usual). The only other thing that had even remotely this many updates was my "Video Game Stuff" folder, which follows the combined updates of Rock Paper Shotgun, Kotaku, Destructoid, and Zero Punctuation, and even that folder only had like 10 or so updates since a few hours ago.
Anyway, I found a pen, wrote down the gist of the dream, from which I should be able to more fully construct the dream later (and you can look forward to that post probably tomorrow!), and tried to go back to bed. However, the great epiphany about social networking was nagging at me, so I felt the need to get back up and post about it. For some reason.
tl;dr version of everything up to this point: I'm considering killing my tumblr account, because I don't feel like I'm really getting anything worthwhile out of it (even compared to the majority of Facebook, which is really saying something). Also, I had a dream that I'll probably be posting about later.
I feel like I should be (or possibly am, in a weird way) drunk right now, even though I'm actually not. This is somewhat related to the dream that I won't be going into at the moment, but is mostly just due to the fact that I woke up suddenly after only 3 or so hours of sleep. The dream really kind of messed me up, in a way, but not necessarily in a bad way. I'll need more time to process it before discussing it. Teaser, teaser, tune in next time!
I have a feeling I might be deleting this particular journal entry when I see it later, though, when I'm in a less groggy state of mind, so read it now while you can! Or not. Don't really care, one way or the other. ¬_¬ I just felt like this was something I had to post about (even if nobody but me will see it and unimportant though it may be in the grand scheme of things) or else I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. Seems strange and screwed up, but whatever. Of course, now I only have like 2 hours left before I'm supposed to get up anyway, so I might not get back to sleep regardless.
*looks outside* And crud, the sky's already starting to lighten up in pre-dawn. Google tells me that official sunrise time is in 5 minutes. That sucks.
On that note, I really should go back to bed now, even if I just end up laying there fruitlessly for a couple hours. I shouldn't even be up at all in the first place, really. WTF.
(EDIT)
So yeah, about the dream. I have decided that it would better to not share that one after all, as it's a bit too personal. Therefore, the above became merely a pointless anti-tumblr rant. Oh well.
(EDIT 2, much much later)
Oh, fuck it, I'll tell you about the dream. I was at "a bar" actively "looking for chicks." I was having no luck whatsoever with said activity. I was feeling all depressed and generally like shit (in the dream, though I certainly felt the same after I woke up, too) though I wasn't sure (both in the dream and especially after I woke up later) whether the reason I was feeling like shit was because I was particularly bad at "going to a bar and 'looking for chicks'" or because I was "going to a bar and 'looking for chicks'" at all, in the first place.
Hell, I wrote more there than I actually wrote in the dream journal itself, which was simply "Me, at a bar for the first time ever, actively buying a drink and looking for women. Miserable experience, in the dream."
(/EDIT 2)
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Date: 2011-07-05 03:30 pm (UTC)From:In any case, I agree, Kane. Welcome to the world of being a Cranky Old Man™.
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Date: 2011-07-05 06:28 pm (UTC)From:Also, "rage comics (http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/rage-comics#.ThNUUWGwXWQ)" (or "ffffffuuuu comics" or whatever they're called) seem to be the "in" thing to post on tumblr these days. I'm so sick of seeing those dumb little faces and the non-words "herp" and "derp" and retarded phrases that begin with "le <insert whatever random thing here>" and that's a significant part of the reason I'm considering killing my tumblr.
You know... I think I've been a Cranky Old Man™ for at least two or three years now already.
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Date: 2011-07-05 08:05 pm (UTC)From:Making the ability to edit comments be one of the things you have to pay cash money for a Paid Account to have is really dumb, imnsho.
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Date: 2011-07-06 01:10 am (UTC)From:1. Good cosplay pics.
2. Pics of Kim Jong-Il looking at things.
3. Reading about Really Awesome Dads
That's why I never got a Tumblr.