marcicat: (pacman stealth)

(I miss ‘do it for the vine.’ It always felt more relatable to me than yolo, which I guess is an interesting commentary on the fact that I think personal gratification is a less compelling motivator than ‘people on the internet will think this is funny.’)

But anyway!

This vine compilation has made me laugh for three days in a row, so I feel like it must be shared as widely as possible:

“This video reads like this man has been placed under a curse and he is physically incapable of resisting the cup shuffle”

I first watched it with the sound off, thought it was hilarious, then turned the sound on and laughed so hard the cat came to investigate what was happening.

Thanks, internet!

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marcicat: (bird with balloon)

Uh, well, see, my new schedule is going to prevent me from reading a bunch of fic this morning to find one to rec here, which is actually often what I do on Fridays.

But I do have something to say about fic in general, which is that I have seen a lot of posts floating around tumblr (again) indicating that all fic authors universally love comments on their work.

Which is ::cough:: not entirely true. I personally find comments intimidating — I’m always terrified to open them in case they’re awful, and then if they’re nice I feel this obligation to respond back in some clever and meaningful way.

Which isn’t to say that people shouldn’t comment if they want to! Just that there really isn’t One True Rule for engaging with people on the internet, and that includes fic authors, and it’s okay to tailor your experience to be what you need.

So yeah, that’s my thoughts on it.

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marcicat: (polar bear)

There is a book that lives in our work area, called “The Five Dysfunctions of a Team.” (author Patrick Lencioni) I have not read the book. As far as I know, no one has read the book, or even knows where the book came from. But it has been kicking around our area for a couple of years now. (Yeah, we’re not big on tidying. It’s a thing.)

But! At this exact moment, we actually have five people on our team, and I have been SO TEMPTED to make a “tag yourself” joke about the book. SO. TEMPTED. But alas, I fear it would not be well received, or even understood, so I have resisted.

[PS: I live in fear of touching the book, which I think may be some sort of cursed object, so I wiki’d the thing instead. Apparently the five options are: absence of trust, fear of conflict, lack of commitment, avoidance of accountability, and inattention to results.]

[PPS: I’m totally lack of commitment.]

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marcicat: (badger moon)

I have been off and on searching for a half-remembered tumblr post for a while now, and it turns out it was actually two posts that my brain had combined together!

1. The first was some art by Alister Lockhart and some totally spot-on tumblr comments over at Totally Panda Coffee.

And heck, even if your own death is inevitable getting information out could help save other people, even if it can’t save you. ‘Here are 20 livestreams of the giant tentacle monster including how it moves and attacks, how can we beat it?’ is way more useful than ‘an entire city got wiped off the map and things smell vaguely of calimari idk man’ (from songofsunset)

2. And the second was a poem: Sometimes it hurts when people scorn internet culture, by Shiv (demisexualmerrill)

““Your generation would probably ‘livetweet’ the apocalypse” you say, and you laugh
You mean it as an insult, and I understand,
Or you don’t
because the word lies awkwardly on you tongue, stumbles as it leaves your lips, air quotes visible
You meant it as an insult, so you don’t understand, when I look into your eyes and say “Yes”
Because we would.
It would be our duty, as citizens on this earth
to document it’s end the best way we know
and if that means a second by second update
of the world going up in flames, or down in rain, or crushed under the feet of invading monsters
so be it.
It would mean a second by second update of
“I love you”
“I’m scared”
“Are you all right?”
“Stay close”
“Be brave”
It would mean a second by second update of the humanity’s connection with one another,
Proof of empathy, love, and friendship between people who may have never met in the flesh.
So don’t throw the word ‘Livetweet’ at me like a dagger, meant to tear at my ‘teenage superiority’
Because if the citizens of Pompeii, before they were consumed by fire,
had a chance to tell their friends and family throughout Rome
“I love you”
“I’m scared”
“Don’t forget me”
Don’t you think they’d have taken the chance?”

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I didn’t watch any movies this weekend, but I did spend a lot of time thinking about the new Power Rangers movie.

And since I was just saying how I hadn’t seen any fan art for the movie, tumblr has now proved me wrong!

Check out this adorable art by Cahlac!

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marcicat: (freakout squirrel)

You know what, I started writing a post about work, and then I got distracted by tumblr (as one does), and I found an epic story of pumpkin spice monkey bread that deserves to be shared so much more than my disorganized thoughts about corporate spending habits.

check out this post by unpretty

anyway this is the recipe i used, which they do not put on the can, they just put HEY LOOK AT THIS PICTURE OF MONKEY BREAD with no indication that it will take three fucking cans of this shit which should be illegal somehow. these are like $4 each that makes this $12 before you even consider the cost of a bundt pan and butter and what was left of my dignity

Seriously, reading this story made my day brighter.

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Love <3

Feb. 14th, 2017 07:01 am
marcicat: (art heart)

Giving thanks for google today, since I re-found this post by searching: TUMBLR AIRPORT GATE LOVE COOKIES LANGUAGE

“Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal” by Naomi Shihab Nye

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
found out of course they had ten shared friends.


And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
this is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

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thank you!

Jul. 28th, 2016 07:30 am
marcicat: (superhero rainbow shirt)

Some mornings are just made for scrolling through my tumblr likes — I laugh, I cry, I coo over adorable cats and marvel at beautiful art.

So thank you, everyone who posts things online!

Also, I did finally find the post I was looking for!

that time Lex Luthor got body-swapped with the Flash

Not gonna lie, I laugh at that every time.

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marcicat: (hug it out)

Currently a tumblr!fic, set in copperbadge’s Silver Age AU:

The Ranger and the Stray, by copperbadge

As surrogate little brothers went, Clint made a pretty good Stark.

[The rest of the series on AO3: The Silver Age]

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marcicat: (tron y/n)

Like many of the major comic book events, I have only a vague knowledge of how Civil War played out, mostly influenced by enormous amounts of fanfic. So I’ve got Steve’s tree speech, and Tony’s ‘it wasn’t worth it,’ and Sharon on the grassy knoll at the courthouse, and of *course* the classic ‘Reed looks at AUs and sees Steve and Natasha Stark getting married,’ but not a huge amount of the context.

Enter copperbadge’s Civil War Summer Read Along. It’s from last summer, and I’ll admit I didn’t actually read any of the comics at all, but I thoroughly enjoyed the summaries and the overall explanations.

Highlight: It was reassuring to learn that I wasn’t as clueless as I thought about what the heck they were actually fighting about. Or, I was, but everyone else was too, because nothing makes any sense in comics.

Mirrored from The Marci Rating System.

marcicat: nano mug (nano mug)

…Very funny, Nature. Very. Funny.

But hey, on the subject of funny things:

I just learned about the comic Poorly Drawn Lines, by Reza Farazmand. (Thanks, tumblr!)

Anatomy of a Grocery Store Receipt made me laugh at work, which I consider a gold standard.

Mirrored from The Marci Rating System.

two cakes!

Feb. 23rd, 2016 07:45 am
marcicat: (today I eat cake)

Celebration time: I just uploaded an image! Hey, haven’t been able to do that for a while; I didn’t actually think it would work. So the problem that I couldn’t figure out a cause for has somehow resolved itself. Thanks, technology!

Also, it seems like a good day to revisit the two cakes theory. (I’ve got tumblr attributing the comic to stuffman, but the original content link doesn’t seem to go anywhere.)


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marcicat: (starburst)

It’s more of a mini!fic this week, one of those elusive tumblr comment fics that you read at work and then go back hours later and scroll through So Many Posts to find, just so you can read it again. (Maybe that’s just me?)

So: that tumblr!fic where the Jedi put lil’ Anakin in charge of the kids instead of training him to be a soldier, and everything turned out 10,000% better.

tumblr permalink here

It takes a village for these things, so kudos to: systlin, beautifultoastdream, karama9, suzume42, grand-duc, ialreadyreadthatfanfic, angelqueen04, luckyjak, sskyguy

Also to theladyragnell, since that’s where I saw it reblogged.

“I’m terribly sorry, Chancellor,” Obi-Wan Kenobi answers. The apologetic tone might be just a tad exaggerated. “Anakin is on a trip with younglings, he must’ve left his comlink behind accidentally.”

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Many apologies to the tumblr user who posted about the “build a squid” google search, firstly because I’ve misplaced their name, and secondly because I did not believe it was a real thing.

Oh, but it is! Type “build a squid” into google search, and receive this amazing result for the Colossal Squid Exhibit at the Museum of New Zealand Te Papa Tongarewa:


On this somewhat stressful primary voting day in New Hampshire, I highly recommend taking some time to build a squid and set it free!

What I love about the build-a-squid is that there’s none of that ‘this name has already been used’ — if you want to name your squid Squiddo, even though dozens of other people have already used that name, you can go right ahead!

[I just checked in, and it looks like Squiddo has traveled 9 km since yesterday, and made friends with another colossal squid. Nice work, buddy! At least one of us had a productive Monday!]

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marcicat: (black cat)

The article is actually from 2013, but I just saw it yesterday on tumblr…

British Library Pus 1,000,000 Images Into the Public Domain

Tumblr: Keeping me up to date on old news since 2013!

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marcicat: (pawprints)

I have been greatly enjoying reading through the fic tag at skoosiepants’ tumblr.

(Which made me think, ‘don’t I recognize that name?’)

SGA flashback!

Once Upon a Furry Octopus, by skoosiepants

“Okay,” Rodney narrowed his eyes at him, “I think we’re missing something important about the pens.”

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marcicat: (superhero rainbow shirt)

It has been a seriously cool few weeks for space stuff. (Pluto! Cousins!)

Also, dinosaurs.

Which brings me to this awesome tumblr post!


Original text post by dajo42; original art post by alphaaraptor.

Mirrored from The Marci Rating System.

marcicat: (summer foliage)

Still one of my favorite poems to revisit, re-read, and enjoy again:

Art is a facebook status about your winter break
by b.e. fitzgerald

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

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marcicat: (cat says hi)

It turns out I managed to reblog an almost identical gifset on tumblr twice in the last couple days, which I would feel bad about except I am still laughing every time I see it.

*The gifset

*The youtube clip from JLU

“I have no idea who this is” can now take its place in my memory banks right next to “Am I expected to blindly stride into this childish trap and electrocute myself?”

Mirrored from The Marci Rating System.

marcicat: (pacman stealth)

Been laughing about this one ever since Saturday:

“Well I can’t throw out Scott can I now Charles?”

From a very funny fanart comic strip created by seadeepspaceontheside.

Because tumblr is kinda weird about links, here it is again just in case.

Mirrored from The Marci Rating System.


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