“Asteroid,” Poem Assembled From Quotations From Wikipedia Articles

Blocked, sunshine and unfollowed

As a result of my beliefs that kitty lord has to question the moon I find that the post you made about the new naw and the same effect I did was horribly offensive. Due to my heart I think it’s a pain to sleep in my bed and I feel bad that sometimes it happens so you are very tired and very upset and so you are blocked, sunshine and unfollowed.

I completely respect your opinion but I do think that's unfair 🙄

figured out what all my posts were missing! it was the sun wearing shades in the top left corner

@staff

I think tumblr should add a 'king for a day' feature. This would do very little other than add a crown to the chosen king's avatar (how blogs are chosen is not revealed) and enable the king to 'carcinize' blogs, changing their avatar to a crab. I think this would be a good feature because it addresses no problems with the website and also would make some people very mad and that would be funny I think.

I was searching for some pretty Hanukkah gifs to schedule a post tomorrow wishing my Jewish followers Happy Hanukkah and I found a fit/shape/body building site that posted this

And I thought to myself, I simply must show my Jewish followers fit Menorah Man

have you ever seen blood this grand? gore so good? it slides, it slips, it slithers across the floor, the red trail all from you. you feel almost dizzy, grinning at the camera in all your glory.

My aunts toes are so yummy #wap #wineemoji #🍷

Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, “On Writing On Your Own Terms”

[Text ID: “I mean I’m writing to remember. I’m writing to remember. I’m writing to remember.

But also I’m writing to challenge memory. We’re back to the gaps, the places where language stops. Let me in.”]

Coding is my adrenaline sport

When people see programming from the outside, it looks like a very sedentary occupation. In many ways it is. But when you are doing it, when you are the person in that chair, it is anything but sedentary.

Coding is a rush. The only thing preventing you from moving faster is the speed of your fingers and the processing power of your brain. Everything is happening all at once. Even with a plan, knowing exactly what you need to build, how you need to build it, and exactly why it needs the modules it needs, even then you are following the road where it goes, through all the twists and turns. It’s like that first moment of falling when you cycle over the top of a hill at speed, when you realise how fast you are going and you are both filled with adrenaline and a reckless sort of fear.

I’ve been addicted to that rush since I wrote my very first program at nineteen. There is nothing quite like it. I used to run, back when I still could, and even at my top speed, downhill, feeling almost like I could fly, it never quite measured up to the swoop and dive of the black hole that is coding. You want it to go on forever. It’s almost an out of body experience. Full brain immersion. I can code all day and barely even realise that time has passed. I am almost never the one to stop myself programming. Either the program has reached a natural break point, or someone else has noticed the time and managed to pull me back into the physical realm.

After I got sick I was terrified that coding would be different. My physical limitations would prevent me from reaching that level of pure cerebral energy that was my adrenaline fix. Would my fingers move fast enough? Would I get tired too quickly? Would my sideways brain be able to solve problems on the fly like it used to?

Luckily, like reading, it seems that my brain has been able to reach those levels necessary to dive into my code. I need an ergonomic keyboard and mouse, else my fingers tire and cramp easily. I get tired more easily, meaning that after the adrenaline rush I find myself unwell and exhausted. But even then, waking up like I did today, feeling ill from over exertion of yesterday’s coding spree, I wouldn’t trade my coding for a thing. Some people jump out of planes. Programmers dive into code. And after all, I’m no good with heights.

“Am I a good person? Deep down, do I even really want to be a good person, or do I only want to seem like a good person so that people (including myself) will approve of me? Is there a difference? How do I ever actually know whether I’m bullshitting myself, morally speaking?”

— David Foster Wallace, Consider The Lobster (via quotespile)

Whoah pretty colours

Figures at work in a winter landscape, an approaching storm beyond (1859) by Fredrik Marinus Kruseman (1816-1882)