Turning it into dashboard view allows for easier reading and quicker likes/reblogs. It also brings the potential to have longer form posts, as the section is no longer restrained to posts in the form of little boxes. I rarely looked at it, but now, maybe I’ll check it out every once in awhile.
If you didn’t like the Radar, don’t like this new thing, just don’t look at it. It’s like .01% of tumblr, and it’s not as though you have to deal with seeing it all the time, since it’s in the background. Get over it, make your own “Radar”… whatever.
"Upcoming"…. everything that gets 6 notes or more? Oh my.
BTW, I agree with distorte… it makes more sense to leave it in the Explore tab. Minor issue.
So you got a nice pair of jeans that fit! And man, do they smell bad after you broke it down in the club. Time to send them to the washer… but if you put them in the dryer, you better be prepared to break that pair back in, because your pants will be lookin snug. Like maybe get cited for indecency in public. That snug.
This sounds obvious, until you forget to do it or you’re in a rush. This has never happened to me.
“I’m tired of hearing about swine flu! 65 people have it out of like 9 million in the city.”—My coworker just let loose after someone else came over, panicking and asking him about it for the 60th time.
Me, too. Guys especially should click through and read this piece and the comment thread if you want a greater understanding of the type of shit women have to put up with on a daily basis, just for having the audacity to be female in a public space.
“Everything from the signs Andrew tapes to the cinder-block walls (“Thank you for partying!” “You have a beautiful face!”) to the slogans on the club’s T-shirts (“Fuck this! I’m going to Santos Party House”) reinforces the sense that the owners are very, very happy you’ve decided to come by.”—
Andrew WK, I WILL party with you. You have a beautiful face too!
“and that made me think of all the insomniatic nights that she stayed up with me and mirrored my every move and snuggled me right out of my anxiety into dreamland long after grant and cate had drifted off”—
Oh, you didn’t know? The Conficker virus started working its magic today and is apparently using thousands of PCs as home bases for spam dispersal. Coincidentally, everyone at work is complaining about excess spam messages in their inbox.
Yet unlike most e-mails, which tout politics, sex, happiness meds, or a combination of the three, these messages read like random journal entries.
Maybe it’s just me, but I appreciate a satire that is quick witted, yet subtle enough to catch a large percentage of its readers off-guard. If I fall for it, it’s credit to the writer for a job well done. In other cases, the satire can be so well-done that it forces governmental action! One day, I hope to fool the royals…