What does that even mean? PDF as in Portable Document Format?
i cannot stress enough that i dont think yahoo even knew what a pdf was
you left out the best part of that article. the poor yahoo emplyees at those meetings were just as confused as the rest of us.
Speaking as someone who has been on this hellsite and loved it since before a lot of y’all were born, Tumblr is worth protecting.
Goncharov and the Legend of Neil Gaiman could not happen anywhere else online, to pick two recent examples of Tumblr heritage in progress, and I presume anyone reading this loves that VERY specific brand of fun, clever, commitment to the bit the same way I do.
I don’t think that happens anywhere else online. And that tells me that no matter who owns Tumblr, it’s the people and the microcommunities we’ve all built who make this a worthwhile hellsite to support and protect.
I wonder what it would look like today if, back when Yahoo bought it, literally anyone there understood this, and worked to nurture it.
But I’ll happily take the answer to “what the hell did Marissa Mayer think PDF was?” as a consolation prize.
This reminds me of this guy who used to live on my dad’s street.
Every time it snowed, the snow plow would take out his mailbox – and only his mail box. And just to be clear – it was done intentionally. No one knows why, but the driver of the snow plow would target his box and mow it down. He’d call the DOT to complain, and would get an earful of excuses that amounted to “not our fault you have a wimpy mailbox.”
Fast forward to the next winter. First decent snow starts falling, and every kid is hoping for a snow day. It was right around 4:30 am that the whole neighborhood was woken up to this loud CLANG and the screech of tearing metal. My dad made it to the window first and started laughing his ass off.
Sitting out side was one very totaled, and almost ripped in half, snow plow. And these weren’t little pick-up trucks with a blade on the front, we have these up in NY:
Well, turns out over the summer, my dad’s neighbor got himself a backhoe and sank a steel I beam into the ground in his front yard. Then he covered it with a decorative wood sleeve and topped it with a brand new mailbox. When the snowplow driver tried to mow it down it was a bad case of immovable object meets unstoppable force – and the mailbox won. With the plow firmly impaled on the I beam, it was very clear that the driver had gone out of his way to hit it.
Naturally, the DOT wasn’t happy, and the neighbor’s reply was simple: “Not my faulty you have a wimpy snowplow.” They did try to sue him for the damages, but as he had gone to the town, gotten approval for the post and its installation, and made sure everything was up to code, it was thrown out pretty quick.
And for anyone wondering about the driver… He was fine. His job and tighty-whiteys … not so much.
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