Oh, internets
Several months ago, a friend of mine happened upon Tumblr. And from happening upon to having six or eight or ten tumblrs was a span of oh, say, a week and a half.
She's on Facebook, tweets occasionally, used Napster like every good person of her generation, but she wasn't, you know. An internet person.
At the time I was resisting Tumblr because I already had plenty of social media outlets thanks have you not noticed I am wearing a My Little Ponies of the Apocalypse tshirt right this minute.
She decided this was simply crazy talk and started me a tumblr of my very own. And several times a week, she would put things on it that she thought I would like.
It is, basically, one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. Nine months in and she's still posting things that make me incontrollably hurl out noises only audible to dogs and dolphins.
So today I was sad and so I went to my own personal tumblr that she made for me to persuade me that tumblr was awesome, because that is what I do now, when I'm sad - I go to the one place on the internet that is full of guaranteed joy - and reflected upon how the internet changes a person.
My friend is very stylish- she's Southern finished in NYC and marinated in queer feminist theory. Her outfits are always outstanding. But her home decorating icon is Martha Stewart. When she started my tumblr she spent a lot of time tweaking the HTML and even dipping her toe into the heady waters of CSS so that she could get just the right font style/color/placement.
And I mean a lot of time. Martha Stewart doesn't fuck around with design. My friend took my tumblr decorating seriously. Along the way, though, my friend fell into fandom. She watched all of Sherlock (BBC) because Tumblr wouldn't stop going on about it. And then she wanted more. She needed MORE SHERLOCK. Another fandom friend and I cautiously pushed a couple of Sherlock fics at her, and that was all it took. She's got an Ao3 account. She created a Sherlock tumblr. She read all of a certain kind of Sherlock fic and then omg RPF. It was a thing. We had many long conversations about ethics and fiction and the role of the White Dudes Having Adventures and Why That Is Problematic. She found fan vids.
We shoved some Merlin fic at her and then she watched most of Merlin. She started watching Buffy a couple of weeks ago because Tumblr told her to. We spend a lot of time making high-pitched noises at each other and flapping our hands. It's grand.
Over time, too, my tumblr layout has changed. It's gone from sedate Martha Stewart the exact fucking french blue font to a slightly less sedate font to (over time, and rather memorably) florescent pink with yellow sparkly letters, then back to a butter color, then coral, and so on.
Right now, my friends, the banner is happy penises, and the background is a set of colorful swirling hedge hogs. Yes, that happy penis. The one drawn in response to the "Why do people describe cocks as cute little animals" tumblr query. Inexplicably, the text immediately under the series of happy penises is "MEOW" in all caps. I'm 90% sure she designed the banner herself.
She's become an internet person. *sniff*
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She's on Facebook, tweets occasionally, used Napster like every good person of her generation, but she wasn't, you know. An internet person.
At the time I was resisting Tumblr because I already had plenty of social media outlets thanks have you not noticed I am wearing a My Little Ponies of the Apocalypse tshirt right this minute.
She decided this was simply crazy talk and started me a tumblr of my very own. And several times a week, she would put things on it that she thought I would like.
It is, basically, one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. Nine months in and she's still posting things that make me incontrollably hurl out noises only audible to dogs and dolphins.
So today I was sad and so I went to my own personal tumblr that she made for me to persuade me that tumblr was awesome, because that is what I do now, when I'm sad - I go to the one place on the internet that is full of guaranteed joy - and reflected upon how the internet changes a person.
My friend is very stylish- she's Southern finished in NYC and marinated in queer feminist theory. Her outfits are always outstanding. But her home decorating icon is Martha Stewart. When she started my tumblr she spent a lot of time tweaking the HTML and even dipping her toe into the heady waters of CSS so that she could get just the right font style/color/placement.
And I mean a lot of time. Martha Stewart doesn't fuck around with design. My friend took my tumblr decorating seriously. Along the way, though, my friend fell into fandom. She watched all of Sherlock (BBC) because Tumblr wouldn't stop going on about it. And then she wanted more. She needed MORE SHERLOCK. Another fandom friend and I cautiously pushed a couple of Sherlock fics at her, and that was all it took. She's got an Ao3 account. She created a Sherlock tumblr. She read all of a certain kind of Sherlock fic and then omg RPF. It was a thing. We had many long conversations about ethics and fiction and the role of the White Dudes Having Adventures and Why That Is Problematic. She found fan vids.
We shoved some Merlin fic at her and then she watched most of Merlin. She started watching Buffy a couple of weeks ago because Tumblr told her to. We spend a lot of time making high-pitched noises at each other and flapping our hands. It's grand.
Over time, too, my tumblr layout has changed. It's gone from sedate Martha Stewart the exact fucking french blue font to a slightly less sedate font to (over time, and rather memorably) florescent pink with yellow sparkly letters, then back to a butter color, then coral, and so on.
Right now, my friends, the banner is happy penises, and the background is a set of colorful swirling hedge hogs. Yes, that happy penis. The one drawn in response to the "Why do people describe cocks as cute little animals" tumblr query. Inexplicably, the text immediately under the series of happy penises is "MEOW" in all caps. I'm 90% sure she designed the banner herself.
She's become an internet person. *sniff*
This entry was originally posted at http://concinnity.dreamwidth.org/56811.html. Comment wherever you like.