i hate the “on average a user only sees 25 posts per session so they have to be good and varied” bullshit on that staff post. if i open tumblr and the 25 posts i see are nothing but a single mutual mass reblogging their favourite thing that i couldn’t care less about. well. that’s what i enjoy
somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.
and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.
I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me
Does anyone remember what happened to Radio Shack?
They started out selling niche electronics supplies. Capacitors and transformers and shit. This was never the most popular thing, but they had an audience, one that they had a real lock on. No one else was doing that, so all the electronics geeks had to go to them, back in the days before online ordering. They branched out into other electronics too, but kept doing the electronic components.
Eventually they realize that they are making more money selling cell phones and remote control cars than they were with those electronic components. After all, everyone needs a cellphone and some electronic toys, but how many people need a multimeter and some resistors?
So they pivoted, and started only selling that stuff. All cellphones, all remote control cars, stop wasting store space on this niche shit.
And then Walmart and Target and Circuit City and Best Buy ate their lunch. Those companies were already running big stores that sold cellphones and remote control cars, and they had more leverage to get lower prices and selling more stuff meant they had more reasons to go in there, and they couldn't compete. Without the niche electronics stuff that had been their core brand, there was no reason to go to their stores. Everything they sold, you could get elsewhere, and almost always for cheaper, and probably you could buy 5 other things you needed while you were there, stuff Radio Shack didn't sell.
And Radio Shack is gone now. They had a small but loyal customer base that they were never going to lose, but they decided to switch to a bigger but more fickle customer base, one that would go somewhere else for convenience or a bargain. Rather than stick with what they were great at (and only they could do), they switched to something they were only okay at... putting them in a bigger pond with a lot of bigger fish who promptly out-competed them.
If Radio Shack had stayed with their core audience, who knows what would have happened? Maybe they wouldn't have made a billion dollars, but maybe they would still be around, still serving that community, still getting by. They may have had a small audience, but they had basically no competition for that audience. But yeah, we only know for sure what would happen if they decided to attempt to go more mainstream: They fail and die. We know for sure because that's what they did.
I don't know why I keep thinking about the story of what happened to Radio Shack. It just keeps feeling relevant for some reason.
I don't get why this is horrifying other than it being a mass shooting?
Is it that they used up so much ink to make a point?
Read closer, each of those lines is a different incident
Anonymous asked:
Fran drescher opposes vaccine mandates just fyi
mostly-funnytwittertweets answered:
I guarantee you the studios are going through every outspoken actor's files looking for something, anything to discredit them. Ron Perlman is probably undergoing the deepest background check of his life right now, thanks to Bob Iger.
So brace yourself to hear some unsavory shit about your favorite actors in the next few weeks. Some of it might even be true. But that doesn't change the righteousness of the cause or the truths they speak.
oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” (mikko harvey)
Things that Jason Todd has pretended to be for the sake of the media (since he’s legally dead)
- The family’s bodyguard
- Paparazzi
- Damian’s nanny
- That’s his favorite cover because it infuriates Damian
- Duke’s twin brother
- Jason: ‘It’s fraternal I swear’
- Duke:
- The press:
- Duke: ‘...yep’
- Their live-in gardener
- To keep up appearances he goes out into the garden with huge trimmers and Alfred hauls his ass back inside before he decapitates a bush
- Bruce’s long lost child from an affair
- The press eats this up
- Damian immediately takes to Twitter to subdue the rumors because he doesn’t want anyone thinking that he’s biologically related to Jason
- ‘Tason Jodd’
- An escapee from Arkham asylum
- This backfires when everyone freaks out and calls batman and Bruce has to leave, come back in the suit, pretend to subdue Jason and then release him once they’re out of sight
- ‘I mean I did technically do a stint in Arkham so I wasn’t lying’
- Steph calls him bae ONE TIME and all of a sudden everyone thinks they’re dating
- They stamp out the rumors when Jason posts a photo of him and Roy kissing on his Instagram @undeadjasontodd
- He frequently flat out says that he’s Jason Todd but nobody believes him
- The family's live in cook.
- Damians real father. Pissed off Bruce and Damian at the same time. Win.
- The Wayne family driver. Ran over people and Drove into a Gala bruce was at to pick him. Bruce was not impressed.
- The family therapist.
- Bruce's hotter brother.
- A ghost. Of Jason Todd and had a whole page dedicated to his life as a ghost.
- The ghost of Bruce's happiness. He just can't help himself.
- Damians mom. He dressed up for it too. Never told the family about his plan and showed up to Damians school art show in a dress, wig and heels. The press had a whole field day with that.
- He even at some point said he was no one. Everyone believed him.
“How ‘bout this, last one to the diner has to be Jason!”
[ID: A comic starting with Tim in an empty lot throwing his hands up in the air and shouting: "It's been two hours, Bruce! Are you showing up or not?!" In the foreground, Damian steps on a can and crushes it. He says: "Actually, I called you."
Tim reels back, looking disgusted. He says: "Crap. This is it. I'm about to be killed. This is exactly how Sonny died in The Godfather." Damian scoffs: "What a Fredo thing to say." They move to climb up a barrier at the edge of the lot. Tim smirks and says: "Hey, I'm at least Tom Hagen. What do you want?" Damian, boosting himself up, says: "I want you to... take me places." Tim asks: "Like... to crime scenes? You gotta be more specific."
Damian throws his hands over the railing, looking upset and a little embarrassed. Tim leans his arm on the railing and looks at him seriously. Damian exclaims: "Ugh! I don't know! Ballgames. Road trips. Whatever it is you do with your friends.... like Dick does with Jason."
Tim folds his arms on the railing and rests his chin on them. He says: "Dick does that with all of us." Damian looks tired. He says: "It's different... They're friends..." Tim replies: "We're brothers." Damian responds: "But not friends."
Tim turns to Damian, smiling widely and teasingly. He says: "So, you wanna be the Jason to my Dick, huh?" Damian laughs and pushes at him, shouting: "Eww! I don't wanna be Jason! You're Jason!" Tim catches his hand and laughs: "Gross! I don't wanna be Jason either!" / End ID]