Well, That's Just Great
5 years of GPOYs!

When I first came on to tumblr I was very hesitant to post pictures of myself. For one thing, I didn’t feel like it adhered to my commitment that “everything I posted had to be posted with an audience in mind.” I didn’t want WTJG to become a vanity blog or a glorified diary so I hesitated to post selfies (and no, they weren’t even called that back then!).

And additionally, like the girls in my high school, I didn’t much care for my face.

I think the first GPOY (Gratuitous Picture Of Yourself) that I saw was posted over at The Daily What tumblr (which I don’t think is even still active). And it wasn’t long after that when I noticed tumblr peeps starting to post pics weekly on GPOYW (Gratuitous Picture Of Yourself Wednesday). And as a few people started to have fun and be creative with their pics I began to consider that I might be able to find ways to do the same.

So I posted a picture of myself and it got more notes than any piece of original content I had ever written or posted.

At first this was thoroughly depressing, but I soon came to realize that one of the things that made tumblr different from other blogging platforms was its how it fostered personal connections. You really did start to build relationships with your followers and the people you followed, and while you might not click reblog everything they created, not clicking “like” when their picture scrolled by on your dash felt like avoiding eye contact with a friend when you pass them at the mall. It was just rude.

So I started posting pictures on Wednesdays. And I continue to do so to this day even when everyone else seems to have long abandoned it in favor of TBTs and whatnot. And I will continue to so forever, Jess! (machinegunmiddlefingers)!

So today, as part of my celebration of five years on tumblr,  I will repost some of my favorite and/or more embarrassing GPOYs from the last five years to get a bunch of cheap “likes” connect on a deeper level with some of my newer followers!

It’s Ag’s ULTIMATE GPOYW!!!!

Ag

wellthatsjustgreat:

Thank, God! I finally found a source of “Multi-Purpose Spoons!” That means I can get rid of all of my single use spoons. Including:
My Soup Spoon
My Cereal Eating Spoon
My Coke Spoon
My Mashed Potato Eating Spoon
My Steak Spoon
My Self Defense Spoon 
My Neti Pot Fluid Catching Spoon
My Couple of Silver Spoons
My Musical Spoons-although I may need to abandon my work in progress “Symphony for Spoons in D Minor” (the saddest of all keys)
My Back Scratching Spoon and Butt Scratching Spoons. On a related note, if I invite you over, ask me before you start eating with any of my spoons.
My Four Tined Spoon…wait…that’s my fork.
My life just got so much simpler!
Ag

wellthatsjustgreat:

Thank, God! I finally found a source of “Multi-Purpose Spoons!” That means I can get rid of all of my single use spoons. Including:

  • My Soup Spoon
  • My Cereal Eating Spoon
  • My Coke Spoon
  • My Mashed Potato Eating Spoon
  • My Steak Spoon
  • My Self Defense Spoon 
  • My Neti Pot Fluid Catching Spoon
  • My Couple of Silver Spoons
  • My Musical Spoons-although I may need to abandon my work in progress “Symphony for Spoons in D Minor” (the saddest of all keys)
  • My Back Scratching Spoon and Butt Scratching Spoons. On a related note, if I invite you over, ask me before you start eating with any of my spoons.
  • My Four Tined Spoon…wait…that’s my fork.

My life just got so much simpler!

Ag

wellthatsjustgreat:

Frankly I only found one of them entertaining. And he was a real pain in the ass. He’d start singing “Hello, my baby! Hello, my honey! Hello, my ragtime gal!” but as soon as anyone else came around he’d clam up and just sit there.
Asshole cheese.
Ag

wellthatsjustgreat:

Frankly I only found one of them entertaining. And he was a real pain in the ass. He’d start singing “Hello, my baby! Hello, my honey! Hello, my ragtime gal!” but as soon as anyone else came around he’d clam up and just sit there.

Asshole cheese.

Ag

wellthatsjustducky:

Ducky: …
Me: …
Ducky: …
Me: …
Ducky: …
Me: It’s called meditating, Ducky.
Ducky: …
Me: …
Ducky: ‘kay.
Me: …
Ducky: Looks like sitting with your eyes closed for a long time.
Me: There are similarities.
Ducky: …
Me: …
Ducky: It’s a little weird.
Me: …
Ducky: Freaking me out a little.
Me: Sorry. Almost done.
Ducky: …
Me: …
Ducky: I’m gonna’ keep my eyes on you until you’re done.
Me: What do you think is going to happen?
Ducky: …
Me: …
Ducky: Hard to say. But it’s just making me anxious.
Me: Ah.
Ducky: Do you ever get inexplicably anxious for reasons of ambiguous origin?
Me: Fairly often. 
Ducky: Hence the sitting?
Me: Hence the meditating, yes.
Ducky: Well, good luck with that. I’ll be here when you’re done.
Me: Love you, Ducky.
Ducky: Love you, Daddy.
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wellthatsjustducky:

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: …

Me: It’s called meditating, Ducky.

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: ‘kay.

Me: …

Ducky: Looks like sitting with your eyes closed for a long time.

Me: There are similarities.

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: It’s a little weird.

Me: …

Ducky: Freaking me out a little.

Me: Sorry. Almost done.

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: I’m gonna’ keep my eyes on you until you’re done.

Me: What do you think is going to happen?

Ducky: …

Me: …

Ducky: Hard to say. But it’s just making me anxious.

Me: Ah.

Ducky: Do you ever get inexplicably anxious for reasons of ambiguous origin?

Me: Fairly often. 

Ducky: Hence the sitting?

Me: Hence the meditating, yes.

Ducky: Well, good luck with that. I’ll be here when you’re done.

Me: Love you, Ducky.

Ducky: Love you, Daddy.

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They call me “Cornbread” because my husband was eating cornbread when I shot him.
Seriously, MSNBC? Don’t let the women on “Lockup” say stuff like that! How the hell am I expected to turn this off and go to bed?!?? (via wellthatsjustgreat)
And "Superstar" Billy Graham wasn't the evangelist either
Her: I only know three wrestlers: Hulk Hogan, The Rock, and Randy Travis.
Me: ...
Her: What?
Me: Do you mean the Macho Man?
Her: Yeah! Randy Travis!
Me: That's Macho Man Randy SAVAGE. Not Travis. Randy Travis is the country singer.
Her: Oh.
Me: Also, I should inform you that The Judds were never WWF Tag Team Champions.
Her: Shut up.
wellthatsjustgreat:

Did you ever wonder how Bane got the money for all of his schemes?
Ag

wellthatsjustgreat:


Did you ever wonder how Bane got the money for all of his schemes?

Ag

Shopping for a new bicycle saddle
Me: Do you have any “no nose” saddles?
Him: I wouldn’t recommend them.
Me: Why’s that?
Him: They take some getting used to. And they’ll cost you some speed.
Me: Uh huh. But I hear they are more comfortable.
Him: That’s true.
Me: And I’ve read that traditional saddles put excessive pressure on the perineum and that can lead to erectile dysfunction.
Him: I have heard that as well.
Me: So the “no-nose” saddle is more comfortable but will cost me some speed, while the traditional saddle is less comfortable and may cause me to have difficulty getting erections for the rest of my life?
Him:
Me: It’s close, but I’m going to go with the “no nose” saddle.
wellthatsjustgreat:

I don’t believe in anything anymore.
Ag

wellthatsjustgreat:

I don’t believe in anything anymore.

Ag

They’ll make the earth…move…under your feet. #literally

They’ll make the earth…move…under your feet. #literally