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Energy, Fanfiction, and Fire: Available Updates Tumblr Version 4.3.1, 27.3 MB Aug 17, 2015 UPDATE "4.3?" roared David Karp across the boardroom table. He spun on his heels, turning his back to the board. His shoulder muscles rippled through his gingham shirt. "4.3? We can do better than that. We HAVE to do better than that." The boardroom broke into murmurs. They had done everything right with 4.3. The entire company, top to bottom, had signed off on it. The research was there. It was focus-grouped for ten months straight. It was a sure-fire hit. An executive VP piped up. "But, David, 4.3 is the most market-tested product we've ever released! The approval numbers are off the charts!" David's hand came smashing down on the luxurious mahogany slab. Glasses rattled. A ballpoint pen was sent flying. "l don't give a darn about the numbers! What happened to doing something because you gave a flying flip about it? What happened to the passion? Numbers? The others guys can have numbers. We've gotta have passion, or we're not worth the CD-ROMs we're printed on. Passion. That's what it's all about. That's why we're all here." David gestured behind him, toward the plate-glass window, the Manhattan skyline sparkling beyond. "We do it for them For the common man. The common man needs Tumblr now more than ever." He spun again, now facing outward onto the city he loved. From every street rose a memory. Lexington Avenue, where he learned to ride a bike, and where he got his first broken arm (Maury, who owned the bagel store, came running out when it happened. Good old Maury). Bleecker Street, where he got his first kiss, and saw his first real rock 'n roll show. The Velvet Underground. A sound so raw and real it could only come out of NYC. Finally, he looked down directly onto the street below. The street on which he'd built his business...no, not his business-his dreams. Below was a street on which the creative passions of millions of users had stacked up into a four-hundred-thirty-one- story skyscraper that housed the collective energy of Tumblr. David Karp pressed his nose against the glass and looked deep down into the canyon of 431st Street. Four-three-one. That's when it hit him "Four-three-one. That's it. Version 4.3.1 That's what we've gotta do. Version 4.3.1 of the Tumblr app for iOS." Silence fell over the board room. The air around the one-of-a-kind, designer table was thick with uncertainty. Then came the sound, ringing out like a shot. It was a handclap. The executive VP has risen to his feet. Another handclap erupted from his palms. His muscular, deliberate applause electrified the room The next thing David knew, the entire board was on its feet. Clapping, stomping, hollering. The sound was thunderous, deafening. This was it. This was why he had followed his dream in the first place. This... This was 4.3.1 <p><a href="http://thepagejakeenglish.tumblr.com/post/126931913009/what-the-fuck-did-i-just-read" class="tumblr_blog">thepagejakeenglish</a>:</p><blockquote><p>WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ</p></blockquote> <p>Tumblr can’t program an app for shit because they’re too busy writing fanfiction about themselves.</p>
Energy, Fanfiction, and Fire: Available Updates
 Tumblr
 Version 4.3.1, 27.3 MB
 Aug 17, 2015
 UPDATE
 "4.3?" roared David Karp across the
 boardroom table. He spun on his heels,
 turning his back to the board. His shoulder
 muscles rippled through his gingham shirt.
 "4.3? We can do better than that. We HAVE to
 do better than that."
 The boardroom broke into murmurs. They had
 done everything right with 4.3. The entire
 company, top to bottom, had signed off on it.
 The research was there. It was focus-grouped
 for ten months straight. It was a sure-fire hit.
 An executive VP piped up. "But, David, 4.3 is
 the most market-tested product we've ever
 released! The approval numbers are off the
 charts!"
 David's hand came smashing down on the

 luxurious mahogany slab. Glasses rattled. A
 ballpoint pen was sent flying. "l don't give a
 darn about the numbers! What happened to
 doing something because you gave a flying
 flip about it? What happened to the passion?
 Numbers? The others guys can have
 numbers. We've gotta have passion, or we're
 not worth the CD-ROMs we're printed on.
 Passion. That's what it's all about. That's why
 we're all here." David gestured behind him,
 toward the plate-glass window, the Manhattan
 skyline sparkling beyond. "We do it for them
 For the common man. The common man
 needs Tumblr now more than ever."
 He spun again, now facing outward onto the
 city he loved. From every street rose a
 memory. Lexington Avenue, where he learned
 to ride a bike, and where he got his first
 broken arm (Maury, who owned the bagel
 store, came running out when it happened.
 Good old Maury). Bleecker Street, where he
 got his first kiss, and saw his first real rock 'n
 roll show. The Velvet Underground. A sound

 so raw and real it could only come out of
 NYC. Finally, he looked down directly onto the
 street below. The street on which he'd built
 his business...no, not his business-his
 dreams. Below was a street on which the
 creative passions of millions of users had
 stacked up into a four-hundred-thirty-one-
 story skyscraper that housed the collective
 energy of Tumblr.
 David Karp pressed his nose against the glass
 and looked deep down into the canyon of
 431st Street. Four-three-one. That's when it
 hit him
 "Four-three-one. That's it. Version 4.3.1
 That's what we've gotta do. Version 4.3.1 of
 the Tumblr app for iOS."
 Silence fell over the board room. The air
 around the one-of-a-kind, designer table was
 thick with uncertainty.
 Then came the sound, ringing out like a shot.
 It was a handclap. The executive VP has risen

 to his feet. Another handclap erupted from his
 palms. His muscular, deliberate applause
 electrified the room
 The next thing David knew, the entire board
 was on its feet. Clapping, stomping, hollering.
 The sound was thunderous, deafening. This
 was it. This was why he had followed his
 dream in the first place. This...
 This was 4.3.1
<p><a href="http://thepagejakeenglish.tumblr.com/post/126931913009/what-the-fuck-did-i-just-read" class="tumblr_blog">thepagejakeenglish</a>:</p><blockquote><p>WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ</p></blockquote>
<p>Tumblr can’t program an app for shit because they’re too busy writing fanfiction about themselves.</p>

thepagejakeenglish:WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ Tumblr can’t program an app for shit because they’re too busy writing fanfiction about them...

Adam Sandler, Advice, and Bad: Special Issue Our Second anmual Style Bible Everything A Man Needs To Look His Best in 2013 Te THE GQ100 OUR DEFINITIVEE LIST OF THE BEST CLOTHES, SHOPS & TRENDS plus SAVVY ADVICE ON HOW TO PULL IT ALL TOGETHER STARRING Jason Bateman Bruno Mars AND THIS GUY Jimmy Fallon The Gentleman's Guide To a One-Night Stand How Sharks Are Turning Surfers' Paradise Into an Endless Bummer The Battle for NBA Style Dominance <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://gq.tumblr.com/post/45834286884/gq-jimmy-fallon-late-night-gq-cover" target="_blank">gq</a>:</p> <blockquote> <h3><a href="http://www.gq.com/style/wear-it-now/201304/jimmy-fallon-interview-gq-april-2013?mbid=social_tumblr_gqmagazine" target="_blank">Jimmy Fallon: The New King of Late Night</a></h3> <p>The <em>Late Night</em> host talks with <em>GQ</em>’s <strong>Jeanne Marie Laskas</strong> about his days on <em>SNL</em>, late night comedy, and growing up in a strict Irish Catholic household:</p> <blockquote> <p>“NBC was like, ‘This is going to flop,’ ” Fallon recalls. ” ‘This is going to be like Chevy Chase’s show.’ ” That legendary catastrophe was pulled from the air after just one month. “They were comparing me to that.”</p> <p>The point is, Fallon knew he was an odd choice—he got it. He had his writers use it almost immediately. “You loved him on SNL!” show announcer Steve Higgins declared in an early skit. “You hated him in the movies! Now you’re ambivalent.”</p> <p>Fallon wasn’t edgy. Fallon wasn’t dark or complicated. Fallon was perhaps too cute for late-night audiences used to hanging out with the snarky, cool crowd. “Yeah, the cool crowd was always beyond my grasp,” he says. He means this literally. “Like, my parents had a fence, a chain-link fence, and my sister and I were not allowed outside it.” This was in upstate New York—Saugerties, Irish Catholic, strict. “I was only allowed to ride my bike in my backyard,” he says. He rode in a circle, round and round, carving a dirt track. “Like Gus the polar bear at the zoo? That was me. Kids would say, ‘What are you doing, man? Come out.’ I was like, ‘I can’t.’ We got a rope swing. On a tree. We had to wear football helmets to ride the swing. Kids could see us. They would pull up on their bikes so they could watch the Fallon kids, so weird. You know, ‘Why are you wearing football helmets?’ We’re like, ‘So we don’t hit our heads!’ “</p> <p>His parents had parties; that was the entertainment. “Parties where everyone drinks and performs. I did a Rodney Dangerfield act.” He studied Dangerfield’s No Respect album—minus the curse words. His dad, as family lore goes, had located all the bad words on the vinyl recording and painstakingly scratched them out with a car key. “I would listen over and over. I didn’t know what the word was. I didn’t care. I wanted the jokes.”</p> <p>A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer in your pants, said the quote under his high school yearbook picture. He dropped out of college his senior year to pursue comedy in L.A., where Michaels found him, laughed at his Adam Sandler impersonation, even though Michaels famously never laughed during auditions. Seeing Michaels bury his face in his hands, crack up like that, it answered everything. “Every birthday cake I cut,” he says. “Every shooting star, every coin in the fountain, I wished: SNL.”</p> </blockquote> <p><a href="http://www.gq.com/style/wear-it-now/201304/jimmy-fallon-interview-gq-april-2013?mbid=social_tumblr_gqmagazine" target="_blank">Read our full April cover story with Jimmy at GQ.com</a></p> </blockquote>
Adam Sandler, Advice, and Bad: Special
 Issue
 Our Second anmual
 Style
 Bible
 Everything
 A Man Needs
 To Look His
 Best in 2013
 Te
 THE
 GQ100
 OUR DEFINITIVEE
 LIST OF THE
 BEST CLOTHES,
 SHOPS & TRENDS
 plus
 SAVVY ADVICE
 ON HOW TO
 PULL IT ALL
 TOGETHER
 STARRING
 Jason Bateman
 Bruno Mars
 AND THIS GUY
 Jimmy Fallon
 The Gentleman's Guide
 To a One-Night Stand
 How Sharks Are
 Turning Surfers' Paradise
 Into an Endless Bummer
 The Battle for NBA
 Style Dominance
<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://gq.tumblr.com/post/45834286884/gq-jimmy-fallon-late-night-gq-cover" target="_blank">gq</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<h3><a href="http://www.gq.com/style/wear-it-now/201304/jimmy-fallon-interview-gq-april-2013?mbid=social_tumblr_gqmagazine" target="_blank">Jimmy Fallon: The New King of Late Night</a></h3>
<p>The <em>Late Night</em> host talks with <em>GQ</em>’s <strong>Jeanne Marie Laskas</strong> about his days on <em>SNL</em>, late night comedy, and growing up in a strict Irish Catholic household:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>“NBC was like, ‘This is going to flop,’ ” Fallon recalls. ” ‘This is going to be like Chevy Chase’s show.’ ” That legendary catastrophe was pulled from the air after just one month. “They were comparing me to that.”</p>
<p>The point is, Fallon knew he was an odd choice—he got it. He had his writers use it almost immediately. “You loved him on SNL!” show announcer Steve Higgins declared in an early skit. “You hated him in the movies! Now you’re ambivalent.”</p>
<p>Fallon wasn’t edgy. Fallon wasn’t dark or complicated. Fallon was perhaps too cute for late-night audiences used to hanging out with the snarky, cool crowd. “Yeah, the cool crowd was always beyond my grasp,” he says. He means this literally. “Like, my parents had a fence, a chain-link fence, and my sister and I were not allowed outside it.” This was in upstate New York—Saugerties, Irish Catholic, strict. “I was only allowed to ride my bike in my backyard,” he says. He rode in a circle, round and round, carving a dirt track. “Like Gus the polar bear at the zoo? That was me. Kids would say, ‘What are you doing, man? Come out.’ I was like, ‘I can’t.’ We got a rope swing. On a tree. We had to wear football helmets to ride the swing. Kids could see us. They would pull up on their bikes so they could watch the Fallon kids, so weird. You know, ‘Why are you wearing football helmets?’ We’re like, ‘So we don’t hit our heads!’ “</p>
<p>His parents had parties; that was the entertainment. “Parties where everyone drinks and performs. I did a Rodney Dangerfield act.” He studied Dangerfield’s No Respect album—minus the curse words. His dad, as family lore goes, had located all the bad words on the vinyl recording and painstakingly scratched them out with a car key. “I would listen over and over. I didn’t know what the word was. I didn’t care. I wanted the jokes.”</p>
<p>A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer in your pants, said the quote under his high school yearbook picture. He dropped out of college his senior year to pursue comedy in L.A., where Michaels found him, laughed at his Adam Sandler impersonation, even though Michaels famously never laughed during auditions. Seeing Michaels bury his face in his hands, crack up like that, it answered everything. “Every birthday cake I cut,” he says. “Every shooting star, every coin in the fountain, I wished: SNL.”</p>
</blockquote>
<p><a href="http://www.gq.com/style/wear-it-now/201304/jimmy-fallon-interview-gq-april-2013?mbid=social_tumblr_gqmagazine" target="_blank">Read our full April cover story with Jimmy at GQ.com</a></p>
</blockquote>

gq: Jimmy Fallon: The New King of Late Night The Late Night host talks with GQ’s Jeanne Marie Laskas about his days on SNL, late night come...