“no matter how badly you think you’re doing it, someone else has done it a lot worse and been fine” is applicable to a wide, wide range of things and i say it to myself all the time
"bigger idiots than me have done it" is a phrase I live by
Is anybody else getting these
this is a data harvesting operation that Tumblr partnered with a few years ago and it is exactly as sinister as it seems. the only reason it isn't the top source of Tumblr outrage rn is the details of how it works are sort of complicated but I keep waiting for it to blow up. I'll reblog this with links and explanation later unless someone has them handy already
@the-atrium-of-fools already linked this post explaining what Kokobot is, but let me just link it again and encourage people to read it, imo this is currently the nastiest thing Tumblr has done and should be way way way bigger news even though it started years ago.
I hesitate to write a TLDR but essentially Tumblr is using an outside company to harvest data about and identify mental illness in their userbase, and then having the mentally ill users talk to each other in monitored chats which are also data-harvested and sold. they saw there were a shitload of sick children on their platform and monetized it, in other words.
i speculate that if this came to the attention of the right governing bodies or organizations it would kick off a pretty heinous lawsuit, but the labyrinthine TOS and secretive way it was implemented into Tumblr and the way Tumblr operates under the radar these days because it's a "dead platform" according to the overworld (lol) has made the Kokobot shit escape the notice of people I would assume would be interested in pursuing the case otherwise. I can't think of any other explanation for it being allowed to continue so long
Level 1: Prophecy proclaims that no man can kill villain; killed by woman.
Level 2: Prophecy proclaims that no weapon can harm villain; pushed down stairs and dies.
Level 3: Prophecy proclaims that villain will be brought low by no mortal hand; kicked to death by angry mob.
Level 4: Prophecy proclaims that no power on Earth shall be villain’s undoing; fatally distracted by sun in eyes.
Level 5: Prophecy proclaims that only power of laughter can defeat villain; beat up by clown.
Level **: Prophecy claims that villain cannot be killed by man nor beast, at day or night, or inside or outside. He is killed in a doorway at sunset by a half-man, half-lion
(this is actual Hindu myth)
Level ???: Prophecy claims that hero cannot be killed during the day or night, nor indoors or outdoors, neither riding nor walking, not clothed and not naked, nor by any weapon lawfully made. He is killed at dusk, wrapped in a net with one foot on a cauldron and one on a goat and with a spear forged for a year during the hours when everyone is at mass.
(actual Welsh myth!)
what i’m getting from this is that rules-lawyering is an ancient and honorable tradition
Ok but like. What the fuck is there to do on the internet anymore?
Idk when I was younger, you could just go and go and find exciting new websites full of whatever cool things you wanted to explore. An overabundance of ways to occupy your time online.
Now, it's just... Social media. That's it. Social media and news sites. And I'm tired of social media and I'm tired of the news.
Am I just like completely inept at finding new things or has the internet just fallen apart that much with the problems of SEO and web 3.0 turning everything into a same-site prison?
Long collection of resources under the cut.
ALSO you should consider browsing Virtual Pet List and seeing if there are any pet sites you might be interested in playing. There is a whole genre of browser games right under your nose
Another one that I just found recently is this, which is a whole collection of blogs, organized by topic!
Look guys the real internet IS STILL THERE I'm going to cry
can't quite understand or express yet why exactly this recent "were/are your twenties the worst years of your life" poll rubs me so strongly the wrong way. but it does, most certainly
as I understand it, the poll's creator purpose is to find an answer to what troubles him as someone who just entered his twenties: does it ever get better. and that's understandable, even if I cannot personally relate to this fear - and so my rambling is in no way any sort of attack or even criticism, it is just my personal unease with the poll. which the pure form of polls on tumblr has the ability to trigger, in and of itself, too. keep this foreword in mind before you assume I make some sort of moral judgement here and rage with no purpose.
first, it is my unease with turning a whole decade of someone's life into a bracket to be judged wholly and unanimously: not only are the experiences and emotions of a whole 10 years tucked away into one box, imposing the perspective that a traumatic period turns, for the purpose of the poll, that whole swath of life into the worst - but it also assumes this magical cut off line of turning 30 that changes everything, and I've found that such borders can be wholly disappointing once you realise that the moment you pass them... nothing changes. neither for better or worse - the barrier is artificial, fully, and rarely serves a thought-out purpose.
and second, when you are asking this question - putting a decade as the criterion in the very specific frame of the options used in the poll - you end up with:
either people who are not 20 yet, and while their answer is entirely irrelevant to the poll, the poll's answers are absolutely not irrelevant to them. they see the trends of the poll and, as I presume, can arrive at rather worrying conclusions when it comes to the very answer that offers most hope to the creator himself: well, what awaits me is clearly the worst time of my life, statistically. or, judging by the answers of the few older participants, perhaps two or more absolute shit decades.
or you end up with answers from people in their 20s judging the barely third decade of their lives in comparison to their childhood, or people older than that either reassuring you that it does indeed get easier, retrospectively, in comparison to the decade most likely to be naturally turbulent - or telling you, well, no, it doesn't, for me it got worse, for any unspecified number of decades. my twenties were the best time of my life, you are running out of time to enjoy them, and if yours are so horrid... well then good luck.
as I said, just rubs me the wrong way.
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