tumblr’s code may change but no notes ghost stays the same
Oh thank god
imagine the shit storm when tumblr finally becomes so dysfunctional that this post’s total notes is finally revealed
In case anyone’s curious about what happened to this post, it has to do with how we tally up notes. Likes and reblogs always add to the note count of the root post (the OP). However, the note count relies on the previous value of the root post before adding more notes to it.
Normally when you delete a post, it’s gone, but not gone gone. Just deleted from public never to be seen again. The database entry is still there, just inaccessible.
This post, however, the root post is just gone. Gone gone. Gone forever. Everything attached to it is still there, but since the root post is hard deleted (something that requires manual manipulation of the database), when the note counter tries to add notes to it, it gets nil to start with.
So it throws every new note into the void. Goodbye forever, notes.
I’m not sure if we’ll ever know the real number of notes on this post.
the real question is how and why the fuck did someone manually hard delete no notes ghost’s root post
I think a lot of misplaced skepticism about plausible anecdotes on the Internet comes down to the fact that some people basically think of everyone they don’t know as the same person. They’re like “how could anybody have all this mildly unlikely stuff happen to them?”, and they’re implicitly picturing it all happening in one person’s life, rather than being spread across 7.6 billion individual lives.
Okay, sure, for the sake of argument let’s restrict that figure to people over the age of fourteen who have Internet access – that’s still three billion days per day. If you do anything three billion times, even very unlikely outcomes are going to crop up with non-zero frequency.
The question at hand is not “how likely is this anecdote, in isolation?”; it’s “how likely is any happenstance at least as weird as this anecdote, given three billion chances for it to happen in the last 24 hours alone?”
Also, there has to be some credit for the writer, surely, because often the experience isn’t that interesting – it’s just presented for an audience, and the narrator has simply made some funny commentary or added a ‘moral’ that people respond to. They’ve taken something perfectly ordinary and presented it as A Story, but in fact, it’s a common or uninteresting experience that many people would have let pass without comment. It’s the process of telling it that makes it sound unusual, and then people complain that it doesn’t sound real. But slice-of-life stories usually boil down to something perfectly probable and only #mildlyinteresting – “I caught a wild bird,” “a man in a weird outfit came to my workplace,” “I found a weird rock,” “I spoke to a stranger in public,” “a little kid said something offbeat.” All the craft has gone into the framing.
Sometimes your internal narration stumbles over something that’s kind of funny and you notice it. Sometimes there’s a piece that can be detached from the rest of the day, polished lightly, and presented in a specific tone as a cute little anecdote. Sometimes you write down a quick sketch of an experience in a diary or a text and realize that there’s something funny or whimsical about it – change the angle slightly and you can see that it’s story-shaped. So that’s all that my anecdotes are. The Thing happened that was #mildlyinteresting, and there were some words for it, and if you turned it a certain way, it was story-shaped.
With experience, anyone would notice anecdote-shaped bits in their daily life. But really, it’s mostly in the marketing.
“Look at this great rock,” you say, bouncing excitedly up to your friends. “Okay… look… wait… okay, to be fair, it was better when it was wet.” After a certain amount of quiet and subtle licking, you hold it up again. “Isn’t it great?” you say. “Look at the little fossil! That’s the best part.”
(Next time, you’ll know not to bury the lead. You’ll bounce in with a cleverly pre-wetted rock, and say “Guess whooooo’s HERE? It’s my long-dead buddy Fossil George! I last saw him in the Cretaceous!” and people will go “Haha, okay! Sure!” – and they will think, “There’s our friend, the wild fossil person. Things Just Happen To Her. She just finds these things, we don’t know how she does it – it’s stranger than fiction, really.” And someone on the internet might say: “oh yeah, right, we’re supposed to believe you FOUND that? Fake news.”)
Obviously, some people make stuff up to get attention. (If they are good at it, they often go on to create content for a career or hobby. This impulse is perfectly natural, and is one of many ways that children separate reality from fiction.) but I see people calling bullshit in perfectly mundane stories as well, simply because the decoration was a bit too good.
But really, everyone has access to rocks. They’re on the ground! They’re free! Everyone touches them and walks on them at some point every day! It’s all in the marketing! You can polish it up and put it in a fancy setting of precious metal and sell it as a Rare Item for £50, but it’s just a rock, and everyone can get them.
It’s just. it’s just rocks. They tend to come up! They are abundant. Most people will have access to them. It is not surprising that they occasionally are sparkly, or have a fossil in them, or have a pretty stripe, because there are A LOT OF ROCKS.
Let me be clear, as much as I want to just respond CRY MORE, BABIES I object to the use of the word ‘doxxing’ in this case.
I have BEEN doxxed. I have been stalked online. I have had people go through my journals and my pictures to try to identify me for malicious purposes. I have had people search me on court websites to try to find the charges I filed against an ex when he stole from me, for the purposes of trying to humiliate me about an online roleplaying game. (No, really.) I’ve had people try to match up pictures of the flowers outside my synagogue and the building in the background with pictures of synagogues in the Philly area to try to fuck with my life.
So I know the kind of gut-clenching, cold down the back of your neck, hands-shaking fear that comes with being doxxed. I do. It’s happened to me more than once. It will probably happen to me again, because I’m a loud fat queer femme Jewish disabled activist, and boy does that piss people off.
But let me be clear: I was existing as a person that someone else didn’t like in those cases. I was existing as queer, I was existing as ‘someone I don’t like on a game.’ I was not showing up in public, carrying a torch, and advocating for the massacre of millions of people. When you show up in public carrying a torch, you are not being doxxed.
You are being IDENTIFIED.
This is such a fantastic distinction, THANK YOU.
When you show up in public carrying a torch, you are not being doxxed.
You are being IDENTIFIED.
This is a very useful distinction from the “so-and-so’s a Nazi, here’s their address” sort of thing that can be so easily thrown at non-Nazis just as easily as Nazis.
If you’re a nazi and you’re fired, it’s your fault
*clap**clap*
If you’re a nazi and you’re fired, it’s your fault
*clap**clap*
If you’re pictured in a mob and you lose your fucking job,
if you’re a Nazi and you’re fired, it’s your fault
what about racists who dont act on it? do they still deserve to have their lives ruined?
This post is about the Charlottesville group, who were organized and out in the street, chanting and waving torches. These people are 100% acting on it.
Being an artist makes you realize how much you DON’T see even when it comes to basic things you look at every day. Like. I just had to wander around my house looking at door-frames to make sure I was drawing them accurately.
And this is EXACTLY why artists can and should use references. Your work will be a thousand times better for it, because even though you look at things every day doesn’t mean you SEE them.
ADHD is related to several sleep problems, but the most frequent seems the delayed sleep phase syndrome, a disturbance of the circadian rhythm. Research of children and adults with ADHD (when compared to controls) shows that the majority of these individuals has a late sleep onset that is associated with a late onset of the sleep hormone melatonin (van der Heijden et al, 2005; van Veen et al, 2010). Melatonin is produced by the pineal gland in the brain when it is getting dark in the evening, and we wake up by light in the morning. The onset of the melatonin production helps to fall asleep. For most adults the onset of melatonin is around 9.30 pm; in ADHD children compared to controls this occurs at least 45 minutes later, and in adults with ADHD even 90 minutes (van der Heijden ea, 2005; van Veen ea 2010). After melatonin onset, it normally takes 2 hours to fall asleep, but in adults with ADHD it takes at least 3 hours (Bijlenga et al, 2013). So it does make sense that so many people with ADHD have difficulty falling asleep on time. This late onset of melatonin is driven by genes that regulate the biological clock, and those genes have been linked psychiatric disorders like ADHD and bipolar disorder (Landgraf et al, 2014). What the exact relationship is between this late sleep pattern and ADHD is still unknown.
me: I feel such…crankiness inside…the desire to whine is…unstoppable… I feel myself growing…spiteful and sarcastic … what is this disease? This disord—
Americans’ median income is $60,000 – but the average American couldn’t
stump up $500 to bail themselves out of an emergency, and a third of
Americans can’t afford food, shelter and healthcare.
It’s a paradox: Americans have a relatively high level of income, and
consumer goods are cheaper in the USA than they are almost anywhere else
in the world, but Americans are poorer and more indebted than people in
any other wealthy country.
It’s because the US has deregulated the basics for human survival:
housing, education, transport, finance, and health-care, and turned them
over to unfettered rent-seeking and profit-taking by the private
sector, allowing them to grow to consume all the money Americans take
home and more, leaving them indebted and precarious.
People in wealthy countries with comparable median incomes have higher
standards of living than their American counterparts, with higher levels
of savings and lower levels of debt – despite paying more for consumer
goods.
America has invented a new kind of poverty: wealthy poverty, where high
earnings and low prices still leave you indebted and precarious.
