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  1. tj:

Never Forget.

(Did I post this already? Don’t care. Note that is not @wifeofTJ. She actually took this picture. Now I’m just writing more words so you can pretend to read this longer.)

via mah flickr

Heh heh heh…

    tj:

    Never Forget.

    (Did I post this already? Don’t care. Note that is not @wifeofTJ. She actually took this picture. Now I’m just writing more words so you can pretend to read this longer.)

    via mah flickr

    Heh heh heh…

  2. Favorite picture ever? Maybe. Close.

    Favorite picture ever? Maybe. Close.

  3. Tell me she doesn’t look like a movie star, and I’ll tell you that you’re a liar.

    Tell me she doesn’t look like a movie star, and I’ll tell you that you’re a liar.

  4. irregardlessly:

Everyone should find someone that looks at them the same way Icky looks at cheese.

If Lindsay was a cat…

    irregardlessly:

    Everyone should find someone that looks at them the same way Icky looks at cheese.

    If Lindsay was a cat…

  5. The Sarcästic Umlaüt now has a companion: The Bar of Emphatic Sincerity

    Most of you are already familiar with the Sarcastic Umlaut, but I have updated SarcasticUmlaut.com and would like to share it with you:

    What is a Sarcästic Umlaüt?

    Since it’s almost 2013 and we still don’t have a sarcasm font, I recommend the use of “vowel with superfluous umlaut” to indicate sarcasm.

    — TJ Luoma (@tjluoma) December 29, 2012

    How should the sarcastic umlaut be used?

    The problem with online communication is that we don’t have a way to convey tone of voice, so if you say to someone:

    Sure, that sounds like a great idea.

    They don’t know that you really think it’s a terrible idea.

    Compare that to this:

    Süre, that sounds like a greät idea.

    Now your meaning is clear.

    But what if people don’t know about it already?

    Well, hopefully a smart, inquiring person might ask.

    If you are on Twitter and want to point people in the right direction, you can reference @sarcasticumlaut at the end of your post, for example:

    Süre, that sounds like a greät idea. @sarcasticumlaut

    or

    I am thrïlled to be filling out my TPS reports on a Saturday. /@sarcasticumlaut

    Twitter will automatically link to the @sarcasticumlaut account so anyone who clicks on it can learn more about it.

    “What is the opposite of the Sarcastic Umlaut?”

    Some people have asked what the opposite of the sarcastic umlaut is, and I finally realized the answer: “the bar of emphatic sincerity.”

    Example:

    You look really good.

    That should be understood as sincere, because there is no sarcastic umlaut. But what if you wanted to make it clear that you were not only being sincere, you were being extremely sincere?

    You look reālly good.

    Or you could say:

    You look really gōōd.

    As with the sarcastic umlaut, you do not need to use the bar (technically, “macron”) over every possible vowel. We’re not animals.

    Thanks

    My thānks to Tim and Lindsay for their help in realizing the need for a companion to the SÜ, as well as for being excellent advocates of it.

    Honorable mention to Tom Bridge who has, I believe, used the SÜ on Twitter more than anyone else besides me!

  6. lindstifa replied to your post: “If pictures of Julianne Moore smiling doesn’t make you feel better,…”:

    Oh look, the boy from Massachusetts is crushing over yet another small redhead. How sürprïsïng.

    Dude, did you even _read_ the post? Because I addressed that right in the body of the message:

    Quoting myself:

    (Yeah yeah, the Irish Catholic kid has a thing for red hair and freckles. Shit up.)

  7. I think Tim and Lindsay should be on the train by now…

    UPDATE: Dammit that was supposed to be posted 12:01 am CENTRAL TIME.

    TIME ZONES! shakes fist

    Anyway, someone claims not to remember this scene, so I found it. Because I’m a good friend.

    Ish.

  8. 2 years, 4 months, and 14 days ago,1  Lindsay wrote Language and Action which is my favorite post in the history of Tumblr:


  A few months ago I noticed something. Where most people say “I want,” I found myself saying “I wish.” I spent some time reflecting on these two phrases, and beyond the semantics I discovered a lack of confidence in my ability to make something happen. So I did the only thing one can do in this situation. I made something happen.
  
  Instead of saying “I wish I could work with cheese,” I started saying “I want to work with cheese.” Defining the desire drove me to action. I contacted my long-time Twitter friend and inspiration, the lovely Tia Keenan, who kindly advised me on where and how to get started.
  
  After many emails, a traditional interview, and an amazing on-the-job interview, I begin working as a Counter Associate at Pastoral Artisan this weekend. (Because I have a full-time job, I’ll only be working weekends and the odd evening.)
  
  I can’t wait to develop my knowledge and experience in this capacity. I hope to share that with you along the way.
  
  Yours in Cheese,
  
  Linds


This is my favorite thing on Tumblr, but not because I like the person who wrote it. There are lots of things on Tumblr written by people I like.

This is my favorite thing on Tumblr, but not because I like the words. There are lots of words on Tumblr, lots of great and meaningful quotes that we scroll past and momentarily think about, perhaps even “heart” before we continue on our way.

This is my favorite thing on Tumblr because these words were not just words.

These words were a reflection of what she had done, was doing, and was going to continue to do.

She did this.

As time went on, she decided to go further, to pursue what she really wanted. She quit her job to do what she loved. That thing that many people wish for, think of, daydream about… she actually did it.

If this was a movie, it would be the part where everyone cheers, right before the montage scene which would start with her struggling at the beginning, but quickly overcoming the challenges. The end of the montage would show her closing up the cheese shop one night, turning off the light, and going home with a smile on her face.

But life isn’t a montage. From that day to this one has been 28½ months. There’s a lot the montage doesn’t show. Quitting her job meant changing her life and a lot of sacrifice. There have been a lot of difficult days, probably a lot more than anyone except Lindsay really knows. I’m not sure I could imagine it. I’m not sure I’d have to guts to do it, and I’m not sure I would have had the strength to stick it out.

I know she had her moments of doubt… But she did it.

She worked for far less than she was worth, and she kept on working, through the struggles and doubts and long nights and long hours.

She kept on doing it. It was a challenge, even though she was doing what she loved. Some of you know that she has been studying for a big exam, the company is paying for her to fly out and to take it. That’s quite an honor, but I was even happier to hear the news that she shared today:


  I’ve been promoted to Senior Operations Manager and am now overseeing all lines of business including retail, commissary and the restaurant.


I would’ve posted a dashboard-long image set of animated fireworks and dancing cheese GIFs, but Lindsay was content to send a quick sentence sharing the news that she has been given a huge mother of a promotion. (Probably because she had been up since stupid o’clock and has been extremely busy.)

I’ve always been happy to call her my friend, and glad to share in her excitement through this. I was thrilled when she first told me that she would be working “just nights and weekends” with cheese. I was so glad to hear that she was enjoyed what she was doing. I was surprised-but-not-surprised to learn she soon decided to go full-time. I tried to offer encouragement during the difficult times.

But I can’t tell you how excited and happy and joyful and “Holy crap! YES! AWESOME!” I was when I heard about Lindsay’s promotion.

In fact I’ve been trying to figure out what the right word is to describe how I felt, how I feel. At first I thought it was “proud” but that didn’t quite seem right. Not that it was wrong just not what I meant. In fact, it took until just now to realize the right word2:

Admiration.

Yup. That’s the right word. It’s not the only word, of course. There’s love and joy and excitement and more. But I think if I had to pick just one word it would be admiration:

For having the courage to try.

For taking the risk.

For sticking with it.

For not giving up.

For not giving in.

For enjoying it and not losing the joy of it.

For working hard, and for obviously impressing her bosses.

For doing it, instead of just thinking about it or talking about it.

For all that and more, my dearest friend and co-spouse, you have my admiration, in addition to my friendship and love.

Congratulations on your promotion. You’ve earned the hell out of it.



She technically started her new job responsibilities yesterday, June 30th, so that is the date I used for the calculations above in the image, which is why they are a day earlier than today. ↩



I knew it was the right word even before I learned that its etymology was Middle French. See? Perfect for Lindsay. Just like it’s perfect for me to take 1,000 words to say “Congratulations.” ↩

    2 years, 4 months, and 14 days ago,1 Lindsay wrote Language and Action which is my favorite post in the history of Tumblr:

    A few months ago I noticed something. Where most people say “I want,” I found myself saying “I wish.” I spent some time reflecting on these two phrases, and beyond the semantics I discovered a lack of confidence in my ability to make something happen. So I did the only thing one can do in this situation. I made something happen.

    Instead of saying “I wish I could work with cheese,” I started saying “I want to work with cheese.” Defining the desire drove me to action. I contacted my long-time Twitter friend and inspiration, the lovely Tia Keenan, who kindly advised me on where and how to get started.

    After many emails, a traditional interview, and an amazing on-the-job interview, I begin working as a Counter Associate at Pastoral Artisan this weekend. (Because I have a full-time job, I’ll only be working weekends and the odd evening.)

    I can’t wait to develop my knowledge and experience in this capacity. I hope to share that with you along the way.

    Yours in Cheese,

    Linds

    This is my favorite thing on Tumblr, but not because I like the person who wrote it. There are lots of things on Tumblr written by people I like.

    This is my favorite thing on Tumblr, but not because I like the words. There are lots of words on Tumblr, lots of great and meaningful quotes that we scroll past and momentarily think about, perhaps even “heart” before we continue on our way.

    This is my favorite thing on Tumblr because these words were not just words.

    These words were a reflection of what she had done, was doing, and was going to continue to do.

    She did this.

    As time went on, she decided to go further, to pursue what she really wanted. She quit her job to do what she loved. That thing that many people wish for, think of, daydream about… she actually did it.

    If this was a movie, it would be the part where everyone cheers, right before the montage scene which would start with her struggling at the beginning, but quickly overcoming the challenges. The end of the montage would show her closing up the cheese shop one night, turning off the light, and going home with a smile on her face.

    But life isn’t a montage. From that day to this one has been 28½ months. There’s a lot the montage doesn’t show. Quitting her job meant changing her life and a lot of sacrifice. There have been a lot of difficult days, probably a lot more than anyone except Lindsay really knows. I’m not sure I could imagine it. I’m not sure I’d have to guts to do it, and I’m not sure I would have had the strength to stick it out.

    I know she had her moments of doubt… But she did it.

    She worked for far less than she was worth, and she kept on working, through the struggles and doubts and long nights and long hours.

    She kept on doing it. It was a challenge, even though she was doing what she loved. Some of you know that she has been studying for a big exam, the company is paying for her to fly out and to take it. That’s quite an honor, but I was even happier to hear the news that she shared today:

    I’ve been promoted to Senior Operations Manager and am now overseeing all lines of business including retail, commissary and the restaurant.

    I would’ve posted a dashboard-long image set of animated fireworks and dancing cheese GIFs, but Lindsay was content to send a quick sentence sharing the news that she has been given a huge mother of a promotion. (Probably because she had been up since stupid o’clock and has been extremely busy.)

    I’ve always been happy to call her my friend, and glad to share in her excitement through this. I was thrilled when she first told me that she would be working “just nights and weekends” with cheese. I was so glad to hear that she was enjoyed what she was doing. I was surprised-but-not-surprised to learn she soon decided to go full-time. I tried to offer encouragement during the difficult times.

    But I can’t tell you how excited and happy and joyful and “Holy crap! YES! AWESOME!” I was when I heard about Lindsay’s promotion.

    In fact I’ve been trying to figure out what the right word is to describe how I felt, how I feel. At first I thought it was “proud” but that didn’t quite seem right. Not that it was wrong just not what I meant. In fact, it took until just now to realize the right word2:

    Admiration.

    Yup. That’s the right word. It’s not the only word, of course. There’s love and joy and excitement and more. But I think if I had to pick just one word it would be admiration:

    For having the courage to try.

    For taking the risk.

    For sticking with it.

    For not giving up.

    For not giving in.

    For enjoying it and not losing the joy of it.

    For working hard, and for obviously impressing her bosses.

    For doing it, instead of just thinking about it or talking about it.

    For all that and more, my dearest friend and co-spouse, you have my admiration, in addition to my friendship and love.

    Congratulations on your promotion. You’ve earned the hell out of it.


    1. She technically started her new job responsibilities yesterday, June 30th, so that is the date I used for the calculations above in the image, which is why they are a day earlier than today. 

    2. I knew it was the right word even before I learned that its etymology was Middle French. See? Perfect for Lindsay. Just like it’s perfect for me to take 1,000 words to say “Congratulations.” 

  9. "Did you want cheese with that?"

    "Did you want cheese with that?"

  10. ☛ The novice's guide to excellent Mac backups

    Everyone knows they should backup their Mac… but do they actually do it?

    If you have no idea where to start with backing up your Mac, this article will take you through the three (yes, three) backups that you should have, and even tells you where to get started.

    It’s detailed and explains it to you without assuming that you know anything about backups.

    Or, if you don’t want details and want “just the facts” and a checklist of what to do, scroll to the boom and look for “The Lindsay Paragraph” which is found under this heading:

    TL;DR… just tell me what to do without all of the blah blah

  11. Actual Conversation Between Lindsay and Me about the Tumblr post about the 9/11 rescue dogs

    Me: Did you see that post on Tumblr today about the 9/11 rescue dogs?

    Lindsay: Why are you adopting all of them?!?!

    Me: No… I just ordered a copy of the book for Tracey… But thanks for making that seem like a huge disappointment.

    Lindsay: It would be a ridiculous question if I was talking to anyone else.

    sigh

    I’d be mad if she wasn’t right.

    Whatever she still loved the book.

  12. See that last gif?

    That’s the look lindstifa has been giving me since we first met.

    (via reblogtastic)

  13. You’re welcome.

    You’re welcome.

  14. potjie:

Truth.

I’m not even sure which one of us she’s making fun of.

    potjie:

    Truth.

    I’m not even sure which one of us she’s making fun of.

  15. When I read that, I immediately assumed that at some point today Lindsay had had an Alderaan moment:



Don’t click the link, Lindsay. Just… trust me on this one.

    When I read that, I immediately assumed that at some point today Lindsay had had an Alderaan moment:

    Don’t click the link, Lindsay. Just… trust me on this one.