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I just hit another follower milestone, and it’s kind of startling. (*Waves hi to everyone*) Weirdly this means that my number of Tumblr followers is getting close to the number of Facebook friends I have. 8 years in roller derby including a lot of away games and photographing other leagues gave me a pretty big circle of people whose contact info I had. (Facebook’s gross insistence on experimenting with you without consent means that I get really interesting traffic patterns; I can post really well-written and informative updates and get no responses, but if some dumb photo of my socks or whatever gets a couple of Likes or response from, like, my actual family, then two days later I get a wave of comments from people I don’t interact with much, as my post is clearly deemed “relatable” and shown to more people. But that’s a weird side-rant.)
I was looking back through my archives the other day (and that’s where the weird self-reblogged shit in my queue is coming from: it’s coming from 2011 me) and I was very lonely for a long time on Tumblr. I’ve been “into” three fandoms now since I started, successively because I’m not that good at multitasking, and so far each one has been a different wave of people to interact with. Each has been wonderful in its own way– I still have a lot of very good Stargate: Atlantis pals, whose content I care about and who still interact with my stuff– but just saying it that way does make me aware of how limiting Tumblr kind of is, because they’re people whose lives I care about, but in most cases I don’t know their names or what they like apart from the strange intersections of stuff they reblog, because mostly on here it’s not original content. So you’re only seeing one another as through a glass darkly, via what things they choose to pass along. So I only know it as content I care about and constellations of letters and numbers that click “like” or “reblog” or, more recently, reply, and now that I can reply to replies (thanks xkit!) I actually can have conversations, after a fashion. Which is really all I ever wanted.
Anyway. So I know I post a lot of my own content here and that’s sort of why, really. Like, maybe I’m missing the point of Tumblr, but I’m making it what I make it. I like the content I see, and all, but I’m misusing the site because I loved the old-style social media where we talked about our lives, and I’m enjoying the people I follow who similarly try to wrench the site’s intended functions to suit their own purposes.
All of which is a long way of saying that, naturally, I love everyone in this bar, and also thanks for being interested and interested. I am, incidentally, as busy as I expected I’d be at the farm, and so I need to rewrite precisely one scene to make chapter 2 work, and I have actually negative word-count over the last two days. Which is something, as it means I’m actually making progress, but now I have to put the right words back in, and that’s really annoying. I’m still hopeful that somehow between now and Wednesday morning I’ll have time, but uh, we have a slaughterhouse to reassemble today, and then tomorrow is going to be 12 hours of euphemistic “processing”, so. We shall see. [Oh if you’re super grossed out about the whole idea of animals being made into food, I am going to be tagging those posts with the usual animal death kinda warnings, and also “chicken slaughter”. If you’re new here, my sister’s organic farm raises pastured poultry that they process on-site and so I moonlight as an eviscerator, which is a badass phrase but also actually literally true, this is not my day job.]
Oh also I suddenly got a little wave of comments on Home Out In The Wind, like within a really short timespan, and I’m wondering if I got recc’d somewhere or if it’s just people who were waiting for it to be complete, but either way I am delighted.
I just hit another follower milestone, and it’s kind of startling. (*Waves hi to everyone*) Weirdly this means that my number of Tumblr followers is getting close to the number of Facebook friends I have. 8 years in roller derby including a lot of away games and photographing other leagues gave me a pretty big circle of people whose contact info I had. (Facebook’s gross insistence on experimenting with you without consent means that I get really interesting traffic patterns; I can post really well-written and informative updates and get no responses, but if some dumb photo of my socks or whatever gets a couple of Likes or response from, like, my actual family, then two days later I get a wave of comments from people I don’t interact with much, as my post is clearly deemed “relatable” and shown to more people. But that’s a weird side-rant.)
I was looking back through my archives the other day (and that’s where the weird self-reblogged shit in my queue is coming from: it’s coming from 2011 me) and I was very lonely for a long time on Tumblr. I’ve been “into” three fandoms now since I started, successively because I’m not that good at multitasking, and so far each one has been a different wave of people to interact with. Each has been wonderful in its own way– I still have a lot of very good Stargate: Atlantis pals, whose content I care about and who still interact with my stuff– but just saying it that way does make me aware of how limiting Tumblr kind of is, because they’re people whose lives I care about, but in most cases I don’t know their names or what they like apart from the strange intersections of stuff they reblog, because mostly on here it’s not original content. So you’re only seeing one another as through a glass darkly, via what things they choose to pass along. So I only know it as content I care about and constellations of letters and numbers that click “like” or “reblog” or, more recently, reply, and now that I can reply to replies (thanks xkit!) I actually can have conversations, after a fashion. Which is really all I ever wanted.
Anyway. So I know I post a lot of my own content here and that’s sort of why, really. Like, maybe I’m missing the point of Tumblr, but I’m making it what I make it. I like the content I see, and all, but I’m misusing the site because I loved the old-style social media where we talked about our lives, and I’m enjoying the people I follow who similarly try to wrench the site’s intended functions to suit their own purposes.
All of which is a long way of saying that, naturally, I love everyone in this bar, and also thanks for being interested and interested. I am, incidentally, as busy as I expected I’d be at the farm, and so I need to rewrite precisely one scene to make chapter 2 work, and I have actually negative word-count over the last two days. Which is something, as it means I’m actually making progress, but now I have to put the right words back in, and that’s really annoying. I’m still hopeful that somehow between now and Wednesday morning I’ll have time, but uh, we have a slaughterhouse to reassemble today, and then tomorrow is going to be 12 hours of euphemistic “processing”, so. We shall see. [Oh if you’re super grossed out about the whole idea of animals being made into food, I am going to be tagging those posts with the usual animal death kinda warnings, and also “chicken slaughter”. If you’re new here, my sister’s organic farm raises pastured poultry that they process on-site and so I moonlight as an eviscerator, which is a badass phrase but also actually literally true, this is not my day job.]
Oh also I suddenly got a little wave of comments on Home Out In The Wind, like within a really short timespan, and I’m wondering if I got recc’d somewhere or if it’s just people who were waiting for it to be complete, but either way I am delighted.
