Secret Agent Mango (:

My last words on tumblarity* I don’t care. I don’t care about my tumblarity. I don’t care about your tumblarity. I don’t care how to get a higher score. I don’t care how to get a lower score (that part, I already know). Every day, I get another 10 or 15 posts on my dashboard talking about some aspect of tumblarity, and I. Don’t. Care. About. It. I mean, is there some prize that I don’t know about for having the highest tumblarity? What do I win? Just like I didn’t care about how many followers you or I gained or lost on a given day, I don’t care how “popular” those in cyber-space, on the internet, or otherwise floating in the ether, find me, or find you, or find anyone else. Primarily, I’m posting and reblogging stuff that I like and that I find interesting. Secondarily, I’m posting for those who follow me who might not follow everyone I do, that might find the same stuff entertaining, interesting, and informative. Finally, I can’t help but comment on some stuff because I’m a smartass. It’s what I do. And that’s it. I actually preferred the numerical count of followers because, if you were interested, you could find out how many people found you at least semi-entertaining. That, at least, has potential to be useful, and is more concrete. Tumblarity is like the temperature — you never know what it’s going to be. Basically, my feelings on tumblarity can be summed up in four words: Who gives a crap? *I do reserve the right to comment on anyone else’s comments about tumblarity.