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Occasionally, I feel like we get visions of Taliesin's grandfather Axelrod on this show. Like he's headed in that direction with a different flair.
Because of the afghan, it makes the massage chair look like a 90s carseat.
OK. So, that's what I wondered, if Taliesin would go New Who alone, and if Old Who, what?
I agree with him about Weeping Angels. I never felt good about bringing the show back, and I watched that one because the teens were rabid, and I understood why.
But. Old Who? What do you put up against Weeping Angels? City of Death? Robot?
Unearthly Child, but in what order? Key to Time is just too fucking long to make anybody watch if they're not already on board.
Curse of Peladon, buuuuuuuttttttt.
Taliesin met Susan. Awwwww.
I met Teagan when I was a very little girl. I don't think my folks have pictures.
Taliesin is, I bet, picking up on Carole Ann Ford's genuine earnestness. She goes all out as a performer.
I do not need to know where Taliesin lives. But. I need to see that house.
Sorry Taliesin, not in a creepy way, like, if you will it to the City of Los Angeles as a Critical Role museum, I'd go. Does that feel like a goth enough legacy rather than like I'm a weirdo stalker?
Difficult since you're only about a decade older than me.
I have never played Street Fighter. But I have *watched* it at the Shoe Carnival for hours.
(My parents are incapable of committing to any purchase in under 3 hours.)
I *wish* I didn't feel that a book nook kit feels like cheating.
If LEGO did them, I wouldn't *quite* think so, but these things, I dunno. I could just buy a Playmobil castle.
Or pirate back ALLLL my Sims three stuff on to a seriously robust computer and just... never come back.
Perler beads. Ashley, ask your sister, because I BET you she did at least one birthday/ sleepover where somebody's grandma showed you how to do a Perler bead set.
Those dolls look like if Fearne and Caduceus were human marionettes.
As someone who used to watch The Price is Right in the early 90s MOSTLY for the ads, this massage chair is pretty much the correct amount of baffling geriatric pleasures for me.
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friend is trying to convince me this is a common experience and I do not believe her, so
Do you expect to be paid back if you pay for something for your friend while you’re hanging out? (I.E. a ride, a meal, a trinket.)
Yes, always
Yes, but only if it’s above a limit of money
No, never
I don’t buy things for my friends.
bald button
For a more illustrative example, say you go to the movies with a friend and you buy them popcorn, do you expect them at some point to send you money back via cash or through an app of some kind? Will you be upset if they don’t?
I do still remember the $2 I gave to an acquaintance in 7th grade that he promised to pay back (bus fare). Because I did not anticipate that when I *gave* him the money, but once he promised to pay it back, I have not forgotten in spite of that having been 30 years ago. A friend and I are in a silent Midwestern war where we are both fiercely determined to pay for the other one. If we go out to eat, because we are oppositely gendered and not awkward with each other, people don't generally offer to split the check. This means that we both have to find a window of weakness to pay the check before the other one. So, if you promise to pay me back, I will remember. I may not even care, but I will remember. And if you attempt to pay for me, I will try to even the score later. But holy shit, "You owe me for the popcorn, send me cash?" That's gotta be some kinda rich people behaviour.
Tumblr’s fucking insanely poor programming on the mobile app ads is doing absolute power numbers on my desire to use my phone less in spaces where I need to wait for something.
Tumblr has joined the war against advertising on the side against advertising.
Which is.
A bold choice.
“hey atty why did you leave the tech space years ago?”
normal people reasons
The solution is simple as meatballs on a frozen lake.
Tumblr is a Saas — software as a service, this term is important to link what is going on. Twelve seconds of research will show you how cheap it is to add a user to a Saas. It isn’t $0.00 but it’s a fraction of a cent. The big cost is the initial load.
It’s $7 a month to pay for Tumblr Premium.
That’s fucking insane.
It should be $1-2.
You will obviously need a significantly higher volume to make the same amount of cash. I have an idea. Stop introducing shit people don’t want.
I am here on this site because of the perverts and artists and people with interestingly unhinged takes on media and/or life events.
There is no feature I crave on Tumblr beyond maintenance and a “reply via email” because I hate having inboxes outside of my email.
This is a business. I get it. I do not want this site to go under. I want the crew that runs it to be compensated well.
And.
There is no content Tumblr as a business is producing that I give a shit about. I am here still because it is the most convenient meeting ground to be weird and to enjoy weird and discover weird.
Premium experiences are so goddamn overrated and over bloated.
You have lost the plot and gotten way too big for your britches.
Charge fairly, provide the core service intended, and get out of the way for the mechanism that makes your product worth it — in this case, the evolving nonsense essays, comments, hilariously specific and targeted hate mail that feels at least half loving, and comics.
This place is wires and a collection of bad decisions in a group project for a teacher that is themselves about to get fired. It’s special because of the people. Not the fucking software.
Look into my beautiful eyes, tumblr staff.
Ban the nazis.
Stop banning trans people for being trans.
Keep the lights on and the floors swept.
Understand that every feature to compete with another network misses the point that this is place is a dive bar.
You bought a dive bar. You can’t make it into a gastropub. Your attempts to bring in headlining entertainment is going to fall on deaf ears, we are here to see the local folks live their theater kid nightmare orgasm comedy fest.
This brought to you by counting how many ads I had to scroll past on my phone while stuck in traffic where the ad purposefully slowed down the scrolling mechanism.
You are not going to annoy me into supporting this business.
Any money I have / will in the future spend here is because it serves the purpose of putting my weirdos in my life and me in theirs. My tolerance to the bullshit terrible programming extends only as far as the path takes to replace this with newsletters and mailed zines.
Because I love data (being a big ol' nerd), let's do some math.
CURRENT PRICE FOR TUMBLR PREMIUM: $7.00
ESTIMATED NET RETURN (($7 x 0.971) - $0.30): about $6.50
This accounts for basic credit card processing fees of 2.9% + $0.30. Something at Tumblr's size should be able to negotiate better, but we are being malicious in our calculations, and saying "you get the basic rate" to prove a point.
SUGGESTED PRICE FOR TUMBLR PREMIUM: $2.00
ESTIMATED NET RETURN (($2 x 0.971) - $0.30): about $1.64
So
I ungenerously estimate the current Tumblr premium gets them $6.50/revenue versus my suggested $1.64/revenue.
Seems bad?!
Let's do a bit more math.
How many users at $2/base ($1.64 profit) would it take to cover the income of 1 user at $7/base ($6.50 income)?
6.50 / 1.64... 3.96341463415
I will uh go ahead and
round up
to 4 users
So. 1 user = $6.50 (6.50 x 1) profit. 4 users = $6.56 ($1.64 x 4) profit.
we'll just let the ol' tumblr keep them there six cents and call it even an even swap
Now.
To be fair.
To make this work.
You have to attract 3 more users (1 versus 4) to pay.
This feels like a lot!
Until it doesn't!
Because personally.
I would pay $2.00/month to keep this site running. Feels like a rounding error in my books.
I flinch at $7.00/month. Feels weird to pay this much for a site that so regularly has "hm, this disasterous new feature is pissing me off."
:)
But
as always
what do i know.
To satisfy my various spoken and unspoken life/art studio ambitions I offer this as a free consultancy lesson to anyone making a patreon or paid newsletter or whatever thing -- where you have a digital product that does not require shipping, handling, etc.
You can make it expensive and aim to have a small audience.
You can make it cheap and aim to have a large audience.
I personally am really fond of cheap digital services because it feels like support when I realize I have not had time to keep up. When I do have time to keep up -- "Oh this is a great value"
And when I do not, I see the bill -- "Ah, I am glad THING exists. Happy to throw them a few coins."
In respect to my soul, please use this lesson exclusively for such things as
art
music
thinly-veiled self-insert fan fiction
non-tax evasion accounting practices
joyous pornography or other erotic silliness
history (all years available)
claymation
cartooning
books (novels or things longer or shorter)
poetry (erotic or non)
coffee
fiction
non-fiction
non-non fiction
non-fiction fiction
and, of course, real reviews of faux products that should exist, but do not, due to limitations of time, space, money, reality, magic, technology, theology, methodology, organic chemistry, biology (marine, terra), cosmology, topology and/or cartography
anything fun
thank you and good night
for at least
twelve minutes
Engrave "You bought a Dive Bar. You can't make it a Gastro Pub." on the Tumblr HQ walls.
Well. It's over a year late, but I am going to get the oil changed in the car on Saturday. It's really only two thousand miles over, which is not great, but I've pretty much only driven it in town since last July. This has happened because the LAST time I got the oil changed, I did it in my hometown, got it done by a local company that's been there since the 1940s. My options in fucking Denver were the dealership that lost my car and gave it back to me with a dead battery. Then there was the tire place that also does other stuff- they let me sit in their dealership all day, twice, and a third time they tried to give me my car back the day before I went on a trip with something on the inspection sheet that said, "Not safe to drive," in big letters and I had to be like, "You were gonna let me walk out of this place without telling me? You are going to fix this right now and you are not gonna charge me." They argued they had to charge me. I went to a place that was WAY up out of my way and that guy did right by me right up until his place closed without warning, and that's when I went back to the other place, which is when they forgot about me for the entire day and still expected me to pay them for their service at the end. So. My last oil change was the last one I trusted. I can't do it myself because it's illegal to do it on the street and I'm not allowed to do it in my apartment's garage (I also don't really wanna crawl under the car- last time I did that was when Dad made me crawl under the car and change the oil on our 89 Dodge, I was smaller then). I know every garage is full of half-trained stoners who may or may not have any idea how a car works. And I know that this is my fault for choosing to own a vehicle made past 1980 that I can't service myself. But my trust is so goddamn low. I'd kinda like to trust things again- businesses, people, my expectation is that somebody's gonna fuck something up and that my best efforts to avert fuckery are in vain.
But I gotta take the car in, so I will try. And if they try to sell me tires, I will cut a bitch.