*aggressively atttempts to sing all 573 parts of One Day More at the same time*
I wanted to write something profound to mark my blog’s three-year anniversary. This intention is tempered by three factors: a) I’m not a very profound person, b) it’s not likely that anybody is going to read it, and c) in the grand scheme of things, a three-year blog anniversary is probably not deserving of a great deal of attention.
Anyway, I’d first like to say thank you to my followers. You’re a diverse bunch, from antique dealers to ballet instructors to computer engineers, with nothing in common except that all of you, at one time or another, clicked the “Follow” button on my blog.
All told, an average of 1.3 people have clicked that button every week for the last three years, or one every 5.3 days. It’s certainly not a large group, nor one growing particularly quickly, but it holds a great deal of importance to me.
Thank you for following me.
I’d also like to thank my followers for remaining so long with me and my blog. I realize that I often express opinions that some of my followers disagree with, sometimes quite vehemently, and yet, I’ve managed to avoid the unfollowings and hate mail that so many others succumb to.
Thank you for being open-minded, or at least for giving me the time of day.
I often wonder about the value of a reblog on Tumblr. It appears to a small group of people for a brief time before being displaced downwards by a thousand more just like it. More often than not, members of that small group of people simply look at it for that brief time and let it disappear into the aether.
Now, I’ve come to accept that the act of reblogging isn’t inherently a particularly valuable act. But it does a few things. It says to the person you reblogged it from “I appreciated this bit of content enough that I want to share it with my own followers” and it says to your followers “I’d like you all to see this, even if only for a moment.” And even if it doesn’t generate any likes or reblogs when you post it, it can still make someone’s day. And I think that makes it worthwhile.
Over the past three years, I’ve grown a great deal as a person, and I’ve had the privilege to watch many others do the same. While I certainly don’t cringe to think about the person I was three years ago, I’m still grateful to be who I am today. I’ve learned a lot about life and about who I am since then, and I feel a little closer to understanding my place in the world.
So, here’s to three unforgettable years, and to many more like them.
Anonymous said: Aw whatever. Spock and Data are practically the same character. All you have to do is swap out "This is illogical." with "I do not understand this insert emotional response to Shakespeare"
Anonymous said: I imagine Data was having another "Wut R Thez Feels, Captain!?!?" moment when he encountered the ponies?
DAMMIT ANON I SAID ORIGINAL SERIES
Anonymous said: omg if baby oil dissolves condoms what the fuck does it do to babies???
This may be shocking, but babies and condoms are made of different material