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Ah, they did an upgrade on the activity/notifications. Cool.

It’s almost as if Tumblr knows that the activity side bar is necessary to it’s clientele, a yet somehow its never functioning properly. Waiting for it to load so you can see notes vs just clicking on your post instead is the equivalent of making a task harder for yourself when the obvious easy solution is right in front of you but blind stubbornness prevents you from using such logic.

#personal #tumblr #its on laptops and mobile #disfunctioning that is #activity bar #work smarter not harder folks #as Lidia would say #my former boss #and actual angel

My activity bar and other things are just disappearing, messages are borked.

Tumblr why won’t you just die...it’s like it’s trying to but failing

#tumblr #activity bar

nessie? is that you?

#lough ness monster #nessie #funny #to me anyway #activity bar

P.S.

Am I the only one who thinks that the activity thing looks like a heart monitor?

Because that is interesting.

#heart #activity bar #interesting thoughts

Whhhhyyyyyyy???????!!!!!!!!!!

Tumblr get your ass together--

I know I have more notifications than your so called activity is telling me.

We were so good together, what happened?

#tumblr #honeymun #activity bar #old

Commander in the Village

The whine and grind of the subway car serves as the consistent underpinning to my thoughts as we gradually head downtown. The crowds and conversations are a bit lighter at this hour, which graciously translates into easily finding a seat to collect oneself before the night’s activities. This is an important ritual for me since tonight we’re playing Commander in the Village, and for such an activity you need to have your wits about you.

The train car slinks to a halt at Christopher Street, a thoroughfare that bisects the famed West Village of Manhattan. As one of the oldest sections of the city, the street pattern in the West Village is a web of alleys, nooks and crannies that serve as the perfect foil to the tidy gridwork of midtown. Let me be clear: It is very, very easy to get lost here. As my absolute favorite place in the city to be out and about in though, I endorse this kind of disorientation.

Our venue for tonight is Fat Cat. A typical, local joint located just west of 7th Avenue, it’s the perfect place to grab a table, make some smalltalk with friends, and drink yourself silly over piles of expensive cardboard. In what was likely once a basement to the building upstairs, Fat Cat is an oasis of billiards, ping pong tables, secluded nooks, and seating for live jazz playing all night.

One of the most interesting aspects of playing in such a public space are the gawkers who encircle the table in a haze of perplexed nostalgia. Our seating towards the center of the space makes our table an ideal parking spot for onlookers queuing for drinks at the bar, which as the night progressed turned into interesting conversations about what the hell we’re doing.

Such is the nature of playing our favorite game in a crowded basement in the West Village. While the games may run long into the night, the hearty discussion with friends and strangers alike help bring even the longest, most chaotic of days to a fun and (occasionally) memorable close.