the boob mines

An Unsubtle Reminder

Don’t follow “Boobmines” on Tumblr

I know this “Boobmines” thing is following you. But that’s because it was my first Tumblr and I didn’t realize I would be stuck with it as my Tumblr identity forever just because I didn’t want to change/delete the account when I lost the job that Boobmines was pertinent to. (Dear Tumblr, please for fuck sake let me change this.)

DO FOLLOW..

Success is Not an Option which is where I post my random whatevers.

AND/OR

The Octophant which is where I post things relevant to my official printmaking and illustration endeavors and sometimes I will try to sell you things there but never very hard.

OK.

An Important Reminder

This tumblr, The Boob Mines, is closed.

All actual tumbling is occurring at Success Is Not An Option.

I didn’t want to delete The Boob Mines, for nostalgia’s sake. But I also didn’t want to use it when the point (ie. my job) had expired. So I started SINAO. Then I discovered I can’t change my default blog and so I’m stuck with The Boob Mines as my Tumblr identity forever.

(Please, Tumblr, FIX THIS.)

So don’t follow The Boob Mines. Nothing will happen here except annoying shit like this.

But the party never stops over here, y’all.

Elsewhere

This Tumblr no longer tumbls.

It was a nice way to anonymously distribute funny observations about my weird job at a weird men’s publication.

But now I don’t work there anymore. Still, I don’t want to delete this stuff. So I have this other Tumblr over here.

Follow that one. Because nothing is going to happen here unless I get my old job back.

Well that was certainly a weird trip.

I almost started to enjoy myself for a second there. Oh well.

Sorry for anyone paying attention here. It was a half assed thing to begin with and now it’s over.

Raw, brutal economics at work, people.

The saddest part is that I’ll never get to to go the mansion.

via twitter

friend: Vermont teddy bear commercial continues to creep me out. Sexualized stuffed animals and infantilized grown women. Ew.

me: @friend You just described a normal day at work for me.

OH: “I also have a bra down here that we didn’t use. Do you want me to return it? Can we get store credit because it’s a $150 bra. The tags are on the bra. She never even put it on.”

There’s been a really kind of distressing focus on twins around here the past couple of months.

Just sayin’.