Why can’t I sort my dash by file type?? For example - I would love to see just the music postings of the people I follow on tumblr so that I can grab some new music for my ipod. Why isn’t this possible???
When I first joined Tumblr I think you could do that. I’m not sure why they changed it.
From what I can tell, there is no official retweet standard* when retweeting and adding commentary, and a cursory Google search has supported my assumption. So, I wonder how you retweet when adding a message to the original? These are the examples I’ve seen:
Original message: I am a hilarious tweet that must be shared!
I HAD to share this! RT @megan I am a hilarious tweet that must be shared!
RT @megan I am a hilarious tweet that must be shared! //This message had to be shared!
Which one do you use? Is there another way you prefer?
*If there is something official, please let me know!
People I'm hiding from my Facebook feed this week:
The ones posting several variations of this status:
FACEBOOK JUST RELEASED THEIR PRICE GRID FOR MEMBERSHIP. $9 .99 PER MONTH FOR GOLD MEMBER SERVICES , $6 .99 PER MONTH FOR SILVER MEMBER SERVICES, $3 .99 PER MONTH FOR BRONZE MEMBER SERVICES , FREE IF YOU COPY AND PASTE THIS MESSAGE BEFORE MIDNIGHT TONIGHT. WHEN YOU SIGN ON TOMORROW MORNING YOU WILL BE PROMPTED FOR PAYMENT INFO…IT IS OFFICIAL IT WAS EVEN ON THE NEWS. FACEBOOK WILL START CHARGING DUE TO PROFILE CHANGES
Client: “I see our facebook and Twitter icons on the site are not yet live, why not?”
Me: “Live? Oh, well you see, you actually need a facebook group or fan page and a Twitter account so we can link the icons to them. Remember I asked you to create those pages?”
Client: “We don’t want Facebook or Twitter pages, we just want the icons to click through to Facebook.com and to Twitter.com”
Me: “Why would you do that?”
Client: “We want to open up communication.”
Me: “That doesn’t make sense, why would you randomly send someone to facebook and Twitter? You will essentially say ‘Hey, in case our site is boring you here are links to facebook and twitter, go chat to your friends.’ It completely defeats the purpose.”
Client: “No it doesn’t! we want to open up communication without forcing people to talk about our brand—then when they get on their accounts, they’ll probably want to talk about us. See!”
Client: “Now make the icons click through to the login pages so we can get this site live.”
Me: (Sigh) Okay.
Sometimes I don’t believe these are real client stories, but this one, I believe. In fact, it’s happened at my agency too. Clients be crazy.
“Hold off on the changes for right now—I want to be able to see them. I’m heading up to Canada with the wife on Tuesday, and god knows what kind of internet they’re running up there…”—(via clientsfromhell)
“He went onstage to accept Emmy’s Lifetime Achievement Award, and there, in front of all the soap-opera stars and talk-show sinceratrons, in front of all the jutting man-tanned jaws and jutting saltwater bosoms, he made his small bow and said into the microphone, ‘All of us have special ones who have loved us into being. Would you just take, along with me, ten seconds to think of the people who have helped you become who you are … Ten seconds of silence.’ And then he lifted his wrist, and looked at the audience, and looked at his watch, and said softly, “I’ll watch the time,” and there was, at first, a small whoop from the crowd, a giddy, strangled hiccup of laughter, as people realized that he wasn’t kidding, that Mister Rogers was not some convenient eunuch but rather a man, an authority figure who actually expected them to do what he asked … and so they did. One second, two seconds, three seconds … and now the jaws clenched, and the bosoms heaved, and the mascara ran, and the tears fell upon the beglittered gathering like rain leaking down a crystal chandelier, and Mister Rogers finally looked up from his watch and said, “May God be with you” to all his vanquished children.” - Esquire’s Tom Junod
“It’s that whole flowery sundress, nerdy horn-rims, bicycle basket, put-a-bird-on-it tweeness of the forever child. Also, she records indie rock albums and makes a point of singing a lot in the new show — tra-la-la-la — which only makes it more awful.”—