I spend more time on Tumblr than you do.

I don’t watch TV. I’m not bragging and I’m not saying that I spend time reading Sophocles while I'm not watching Two and a Half Men. I don’t. I’m saying that I’m poor, that I’m in college, that the cable bill is a corner that I’ve cut.

But I miss TV. I miss the feeling of holding a remote. I miss that high-pitched whine that’s almost inaudible, that you’re not really sure you’re even hearing. I MISS CHANGING CHANNELS. Surfing channels. Surfing. An active metaphor for something so simple. Click. Click. Click. There’s something mesmerizing in it. Infomercial.Cooking show.Crappy drama.Laugh track. I’m a moth caught by an incandescent light bulb and I love it.

Or, I loved it. I've moved on. I've started seeing someone new. These days, my laptop is where it's at. I'm a student and I spend a lot of time on the Internet. I do homework. I check Email. I creep you on Facebook.

But in my downtime, between all of that, I Tumble.

Tumblr is a blogging platform—like Blogger is—but it’s not like this at all. Posts are almost always pictures. With a caption. Maybe. You follow people who have a habit of posting things that interest you. Your friends, maybe, but usually strangers.

And because Tumblr has the Dashboard, you can scroll through all of it. Quickly. If you see something you like, click it. It gets bigger. “Heart” it. Reblog it. Easy. Quick. Keep Going.

Here are some screen shots of my dash:

Scroll.

Scroll.

Etc.

Tumblr is my vice. I'm telling you that only because I spend so much time on it. Because it isn't that I don't think it's great. I do. Tumblr is great. Sometimes our vices are great.

Where else could you find:

This picture of a shark, skydiving.
The Sara Palin 3 wolves tee.
Ronald McDonald on ice.
Jane Austen Fight Club.
A Humorous LOST screen shot.
An inspirational monster.
Banksy.
Ellen Page in a sweater.
These painted faces.
Lady Gaga hanging with The Wild Things.
This cover of "Sweet Disposition."
Well-designed literary references.
This newly discovered species of fish.
Etc. etc. … etc.




There's something creative and clever about Tumblr that you just don't get channel surfing. Keep that in mind. And go check out Tumblr. What are you doing? I don't know why you're still here. Seriously, go. Now.