Conversation: "Edith Piaf"

I was complaining to Jill about how the vocalist for The Donnas keeps the band from being the most awesome band in the world, because even in the songs where she sticks to her limited range, her voice is very flat.  I love the band, but that’s something that has always kept them from going over the top.

ME: When your vocalist makes Joan Jett sound like Edith Piaf, you’ve got a problem.

JILL: Yep.

(pause)

ME: Yes, I just made a reference to an opera singer who was popular in the 40’s.  SO WHAT?

JILL: You’re doing it wrong.

ME: (laughing) Really.  What, exactly?

JILL: Everything.  Life.

Just Slap It on the Wall

I have complained before on here about people with Tumblrs who don’t have the “reply” feature enabled, because I believe it defeats the very purpose of having a blog.  People say back to me, “Well, this is just my little space to post photos and stuff, and if I don’t want replies, it’s my business.”

Okay, but…

If you don’t care about interaction, why don’t you just thumbtack all of your photos and reblogs and essays and whatever to a fucking wall in your kitchen?  Then, if somebody wants to “follow” you, they can just come over once a week and see what new thing you’ve stuck to the wall.  As long as they are completely silent, of course, because you wouldn’t want anybody to actually give you feedback beyond, “Me likey!  Derpa derp!”

You may say it’s presumptuous of me to tell you how to use your Tumblr, and perhaps it is, but here’s the fact: you’re doing it wrong.  I know this, and deep down, I think maybe you know it, too.

[Not particularly directed to any person, unless, of course, you have the sort of Tumblr that I can’t reply to.  Celebrities excluded, because people be crazy.]

Current Status: Chatting with Exxtramedium

exxtramedium:

sogoddamn:

exxtramedium:

sogoddamn:

No, things haven’t turned gay yet.

Yet.

Anything could happen at any moment.

It’s not gay if you keep your socks on. I had mine on, so I’m OK.

But I was totally barefoot.  Can a chat between two men be half gay?

As long as no one ”finishes” in/on the other person.

Well, there go my plans for that NYC tweetup/Tumblr-up we were theorizing about.