I posted earlier last night (or earlier this morning—take your pick!) that I’d be moving blogs. This is just a friendly reminder to start following thusspokemandy from now on.
Considering the construction I’ve finished today, this move might be the quickest in my Internet history, but that may also be because I’m cutting a few corners here. Not everything is set up or exactly how I want it, but for now, it’ll do.
I’ll be contacting personal friends and bloggers I talk to often about my move very soon, so if you see this before I contact you—don’t freak out! I’ll get to you soon enough.
Have a wonderful day, and I hope all of you are treating your mothers like queens!
If you were previously following mandychuu, now would be the time to set your sights on this blog. It’s still under construction and probably will remain so for the next few weeks as I set things up, but in the meantime, I’ll continue to use mandychuu until I phase it out.
As I promised with my last blog, this one will feature consistent tags and cuts, and I’m also going to start focusing on generating more original content rather than just reblogging everything on my dashboard.
It would be lovely if someone could teach me how to setup and use the “queue” feature.
Thanks for your understanding and cooperation in this move!
I’m about to rant, because recent posts on englishmajormade’s tumblr have set me off.
In times of widespread fear, people always want to be able to point to the person who’s in danger so they can assure themselves that they are safe. (Most horror movies, especially of the teen slasher variety, rely heavily on this premise: we’re encouraged to identify with the cute sweet white girl because the funny pot-smoker will be the first to go, followed by the non-threatening minority, the slut, the jock, and the Nice Boy. Rape culture is built on this kind of thing.) In times of economic turmoil, with so many college students deeply in debt and increasingly conscious of how little degree-holding has to do with financial success these days, we’re seeing more and more humanities-major-kicking. Meanwhile, those with “practical” majors hold their business degrees out in front of them like protective amulets to guard against unemployment.
And this is the point where I cry off and on for several hours after watching the final episode of Battlestar Galactica.