November 2011
60 posts
October 2011
45 posts
This is a random photo of a White’s Tree Frog:
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Now to the things that make me say “White’s Tree Frog Tumblr?” (Note: In the beginning this post began with 5 things and slowly grew to 9 (spread over two posts) as I was writing it… Who knows, maybe it’ll be even more by the time the second one gets posted)
“Notes” that don’t accurately correlate how many “notes” there are.
I don’t know about you, but so many times I see this on my Tumblr posts:
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Save draft. Takes me back to “Dashboard”
This one is pretty self explanatory. And actually I thought of this one as I just tried to save this draft now. Why wouldn’t it just take you back to your “Drafts”… WHOH!!! What a concept. In essence it just deters users away from saving their work while working on it, resulting in lots of lost words and pissed off bloggers. Granted you can Ctrl+A and Ctrl+C, but I prefer a real save.
Not notified when posts submitted to other blogs are published.
Maybe I’m missing something here, but usually the only way I see if my submission is posted is if it shows up in my Dashboard. Do you know how many blogs I follow? Again, if I’m missing something, let me know.
Doesn’t give even a small preview of photos in the dashboard, queue or drafts. Instead it does this crap:![]()
Randomly doesn’t give option to “allow people to answer”
Apparently it won’t let me “allow people respond” via answer now even with a question mark at the end of the post?
So those are a few things that make me say “WTF Tumblr?” I’m posting a part two so what are yours? Maybe I’ll include some in my next post!
(Note: if you’re viewing this from the dashboard click on “read more” to access the full post to comment using Disqus since the answering function isn’t working. Sigh… Tumblr.
This was incredibly moving and touching. I couldn’t stop reading it. And as I read it, parts almost brought tears. Reading about how Steve “achieved death” was also uplifting to me. It’s something we all face and I must say, I’m not ready, but we should be. I should be.
As I read about his last breaths, words and times with his family, I thought back to my Grandpa, laying there, breathing slowly on a December morning. I realized today was the day. It wouldn’t be long.
Dear My Left Clavicle,
Some days I just get completely annoyed/tired/sick/fed up with my shoulder hurting.
Can you just go back to normal now? I got the hint. I won’t play tackle football anymore :) Okay? …well MOST of the time. On rare occasions I still might, but still! Can you just go back to being your good ol’ clavicle-self doing whatever clavicles do… I know they do a lot of work with making shoulders operate correctly.
I posted a photo, but for those who prefer not to see it I put in a page break. So click “read more” to view the photo.
So after watching that, what do you think?
Here are some comments under the video:
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The song I’m referring to is Heaven by 3 Doors Down (If you’re like me and you need lyrics to truly follow it, you can find them here). The song is about looking back realizing that he was so consumed with the problems and their severity, that he forgot about the things that really mattered and how he wish he could just go back now realizing that what he had all along was sufficient enough to get him through the struggles no matter how tough they where.
I liked the song the first time I heard it, but didn’t understand what it meant until just listening to it now after going through an experience this weekend. That experience was knowing someone who took their own life. A life that belonged to a father, husband, doctor and great friend.
Some knew of his depression. Others, like me, never knew anything of it. In my short time I knew and interacted with him, he was a hillarious, caring and kind person. Part of me can’t even believe it happened. MOST of me can’t believe it happened. I try to picture this amazing father and man to someone so depressed they’d get low enough to not want to live anymore. I can’t. No matter how hard I try to understand it, my mind won’t let me comprehend how both can coincide in the same body. The same mind.
I found out from a friend Saturday night, the same night he took his life. Her father, also a doctor, tried to reach out to him and help him, letting him know that if he ever got that low to call. I can’t imagine being there in that place. Simply knowing someone who took their own life is hard enough, let alone being a son, daughter, wife, husband or very close friend.
My thoughts are with those in mourning. Seeing what this truly does to a family has made me realize how much each one of us—each of us—matter to people. It has just reinforced my belief more to not only live each day like it’s our last, but treat everyone else like it’s their last day too. If we do that, we won’t have any regrets. Sure we can’t expect to never have any, but why not strive for that?
Those are my thoughts. I hope you enjoy the song.