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Woah, it looks like that Anxiety Cat macro was my 10,000th post here. Damn, that works out to about 5,000 posts a year.

SOMEBODY STOP ME.

I’ve already mentioned this at LJ, but I wanted to open it up to my Tumblr buds too; basically, I have decided at the eleventh hour that I do want to honor my muse & make holiday cards, so although they will be disgracefully late, I will nonetheless send them out to whoever wants one; therefore if you would like to get a card made by me with my own two little hands, drop me a message with your address (or at least the address of a place where you can receive mail). I can’t promise exactly when you will get your card, but I can guarantee it will be unique and one of a kind…just like you!

I have to ask something: do some people deliberately blog the same pictures over & over again, or do they perceive them as something new that they’ve never posted before? Because of having a quasi-photographic memory, I have an odd perspective on this, so I’d like to know how the rest of Tumblr thinks (or at least the 3-4 people who will actually answer this).

See, from the beginning, I’ve tried to come up with fresh content or at least not repeat the same photos again & again, but looking for something in my archives the other day, I was appalled to see the same images coming up several times (with my ‘ALWAYS REBLOG CESARE’ tag being the exception to this rule). Then I started thinking about how often I see some fellow Tumblrers reblogging the same stuff again & again, which is why I seek clarification on this once & for all.

This also is the main reason why I’m having some extent of Tumblr fatigue, though I know the first thing I should do is post more original content myself; I plan to do that, although when it comes to being funny about Conrad Veidt, aikainkauna is indisputably the greatest purveyor of that category on Tumblr these days, so if it’s cool Connie content you seek, y’all should follow her (plus there’s all kinds of groovy Doctor Who & Hiddles stuph too). That’s not to say I’ll stop posting Connie—it’s just that 8 out of 10 times, it’s probably going to be reblogged from her Tumblr..

Anyway, back to my question: do you know you’re reblogging the same photos & simply don’t care, or are they new to you? TELL ME YOUR THINKS.

I haven’t done a color spam in ages, but I’ve got loads of stuph in my drafts folder for gold, white, black, brown and grey/silver (not much of that yet, though). Does anyone have any preferences for which color I should spam next? Tell me your thinks, and what you would prefer to see!

chmchm said: What a wonderful post. I’m sorry about your smashing your shoulder and the snake. (EEK.) But’s it’s wonderful you established a true human connection. It’s sad how rare that is today. People seem to go out of their way to avoid even eye contact.

{{hugs}} It’s really a function of where I live; back when I was a city dweller, I didn’t tend to make eye contact or casual conversation with many people, just as a simple survival mechanism—especially for a single woman dependent on public transportation as I was—but it’s a demonstrably necessary way to deal with living in a crowded urban environment, too. People are a lot more relaxed and friendly up here in the mountains, and after three years, I guess I’ve relaxed a fair amount too. It was ironic that I was talking to that lady, though, because usually it’s my dad who will talk to absolutely anyone & I’m always the one standing there with my arms crossed, trying not to look too outwardly annoyed while waiting for him to wrap things up. She had a quiet feminine voice like I do, though, so Dad couldn’t hear a lot of what we were saying, even though he had his hearing aids on. {{moar hugs just cos you’re you}}

persephonehazard answered: It is one of the many marvellous functions of missing-e :-)

O_O I have absolutely no idea what that means. Guess I’m stuck being an uncool kid for life, then. :)

I was looking through my archive & found some posts I’d like to reblog, but Tumblr only gives me the option of doing so at FYDWM—obviously not what I want to do—but I’ve seen some of you groovy keen cool kids reblog yourselves, so c’mon, can you let me in on the secret so I can be a cool kid too? Or is there a secret handshake involved? (Yeah, cos it’s not like I repeat myself enough already, now I’m doing it intentionally?!)

Still srsly illin, but immensely buoyed by your expressions of sympathy & support; I showed it to Dad to indicate how insanely flippin’ lucky I am to have so many good people in Scandinavia, England, Ohio, elsewhere in the US & here in Cali who care about me. I’m also buoyed by my last FYDWM post—which frankly I didn’t think was that funny—going kinda viral (this last count was something like 352 posts—uhm, what?).

Out of desperation to stop coughing, I tried a little of Dad’s brandy, which I partly then vomited—can’t blame my body there, it remembers what booze does to us (& how fundamentally stupid it is to take antidepressants & then deliberately ingest depressants), though evidently enough has stayed into my system to get me all wobbly & somewhat maudlin, so I need to cut this off before I get any closer to drunk-Tumblring & telling everyone I love them (oh, you know who you are—yeah, you too, Texas)…though one thing I hafta say: having watched ‘A Scandal in Belgravia’ again yesterday (yes, I know everyone else already saw it months ago, but Auld Folks like myself like to kick it oldskool sometimes & wait to watch it on PBS), I found myself getting distinctly irate, thinking, “Dammit, Moffat, WHY ISN’T DOCTOR WHO THIS GOOD?! Why am I far more emotionally attached to Molly Hooper than I am Amy Pond?” *pounds on nearest available flat surface* “DAMMIT, MAN, I DEMAND ANSWERS!”

Another side of effect of Sherlock is that when watching another procedural crime drama on tv last night, I found myself waiting to see the screen text of what the detective was mentally identifying; dammit, don’t spoil me like that & then expect me not to want the same treatment elsewhere! Though speaking of television crime procedurals—this is just for Megan—OMFG, you are going to DIE DIE DIE at last night’s Person of Interest episode. I slept very little last night & most of the time I was in a suspended state of OMG OMG OMG. Can’t wait to see what you post about it! :D

Much non-infectious love. ♥

Mes amis, please tag me if there’s anything you post I’m supposed to see, as I am probably not going to be on Tumblr much at present. I am about to totter back to bed, quietly wishing for death & importuning the beasties occupying my nose, throat & head to consider relocation elsewhere. ♥

mr-craig said: It’s hard to process sad news about someone whose music made you so happy.

Wow. You have put it perfectly, my friend. On Saturday MTV Hits was playing a Beastie Boys set & by the third song I totally lost it. Apart from how those guys are my contemporaries, all of their albums are so evocative of specific points in my life…like how my annoying roommate David had a drinking game to “Girls” (three guesses which word you took a swig on), my friend Hilary used “Brass Monkey” as the ringtone to signify when I was calling her, & I still sing “So What’cha Want” to Fergus all the time when he’s being shy.

Oddly enough, I don’t think I have any of their albums except Paul’s Boutique—on cassette!—& I never got to see them live, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t a fan, & that I’m not incredibly sad now. Even one of Deb’s friends at LJ who said that she wasn’t a fan nonetheless commented that “47 is still way too young to die.” Agreed.

In happier news, some of you may have noticed my new title, which is what I settled on when Tumblr told me that my previous title was already taken—uhm, yes, by me—so I need to ask them how to reclaim my old name, if possible. It was only after I asked what the rest of you thought—many thanks to all who responded!—& the PMS madness receded that I figured out what I wanted was to continue with my original FYCV title. I started this Tumblr with Connie as my locus, and even though I post a lot of non-Connie-related items, I still prefer to have this identity connected with him. (Besides, I get into enough trouble as “lilianavonk” as it is.)

Lastly, what I thought was particularly bad allergies has this AM manifested itself as a full-blown cold, so at present I have a great Marlene Dietrich voice (albeit with an American accent). I thought about doing another voice post at LJ to commemorate this, ‘til I remembered that I’ll never sound even half as sexy as valkyrien does with her regular voice, so the idea has been summarily abandoned.