Went to a biergarten Oktoberfest this evening. No oompah band … they had … rap karaoke. I didn’t participate, but now I’m wondering if oompah rap would work …

I appreciate that Waymo cars can pay full attention to their speed at all times, so there would be no legal justification not to program them to drive at 35.00 mph in a 35 zone. And I’m amazed that we now have machines like this at all! But man, they’re such road boulders. :)

I’ll admit that I laughed at the juxtaposition of MASSIVE TASTY BURGER with a story about the life everlasting … but how else do you say that these burgers are to die for? Or perhaps from …

Furries, in my bar?! Why yes. :)

Me: “Ah, it’s three months until MFF. Let me explore hotel options on where I could stay for the con!” *wag wag wag* Reality: “Oh … oh you dear boy …”

“We can’t approve your project unless you can tell us that it will save at least 1,000 hours per user per month.” Me: “You do realise that even a 31-day month contains only 744 hours in total, right?”

My Megaplex experience so far in an artistic nutshell. :)

OK, look, Disney World … some of us have a thing for reindeer and we want our custom merchandise as well. :)

I feel for the Southwest gate employees who now have to plead with folks to gate-check a few bags so we’ll all fit … just like every other airline.

The county fair’s theme this year is “Endless Summer” … but it’s been so hot and humid lately that I’m not sure that’s much of a selling point. :)

“Do you allow water bottles into the comedy show?”, I asked, thinking they’d want to protect the theatre, and not thinking in terms of protecting the lady in front of me from the results of a punch line poorly timed right in the middle of a sip. Clearly she should have said no.

“Since you have cold symptoms, let’s test you for covid.” *the nurse swabs vigorously halfway up into my brain, then departs* A mere 90 seconds later: “Yup, you have covid.” I must have the covid equivalent of Minute Rice. :)

I am slowly reviewing the consequences of the BBB (job-related, really) … and all I can say, honestly, is that the Argentinisation of the USA continues. #Sad

Twitter / X is starting to weird me out … this just showed up in the middle of my “following” feed. I don’t follow this person. It’s not marked as an ad or as a promoted post. I can’t interact with it. And the subject matter is … oddly obsessive. What the heck?

Cool sunset rainbow playing peek-a-boo with the clouds.

Me, before Anthrocon: “At most gallery shows, even the least expensive works are high three figures. Furry artists could totally charge more than they have been. *at AC sees his first-ever $50 T-shirts and $500 badge commissions* “Wow, that’s expensive.” #TakingMyOwnAdvice :)

Interesting selling point for a residence. :)

“Please leave your desk key so we can do some repairs over the holiday weekend.” This is why I’m back at the office at 9:30pm, because my desk key and my mailbox key look almost exactly alike … :)

I saw the news van first … and then as I was noticing why they were around, a neighbour walked up: “Oh, so that’s what that huge crash was!” I’ll bet! #WhatAStorm

I can tell some of the “No Kings” folks on the main road near my house were newbies … their signs had almost whole paragraphs on them. No way you could read them from a passing car. “NO CROWN FOR THE CLOWN” was a good one, though.

Illiteracy is both frustrating and oddly fascinating: this replica Ottoman calligraphic roundel says something (a name? a traditional phrase?), and even if I knew Arabic this’d be tricky. Anyone know what it says?

Morning: taking my old car to the shop. It needs one minor thing looked at and adjusted. Quirk of middle age, you know. Afternoon: taking my old body to the doctor. It needs one minor thing looked at and adjusted. Quirk of middle age, you know. #CanITradeTheseIn? :)

What impresses me the most about the current “battle royale” is how much it shows that we actually somehow admire petulant man-children on some level for their ability to get away with stuff we feel we can’t get away with because we’re adults.

*post something on X and BlueSky about economics* *get replies from six bots representing beautiful women* *post something “inappropriate” on my AD accounts* *get replies from six bots representing beautiful women* Come on, people … can we tame this beast, please?

No doubt totally different contexts for these plates than what first leaps to my mind … but these two vehicles were parked a block apart and not in the vicinity of any obvious furry party. :) #Suspicious

There’s a fad lately (maybe just a DC thing) for “fake law firm” T-shirts. I smiled at this one.

Official Furry Research: Number of fursuit heads sitting on seats in the Southwest half of Hartsfield-Jackson terminal C: 8 Number in the Delta half: 0 Good thing I’m flying Southwest. :)

Day 1: shopping for jogging shorts on Amazon Day 2: advertisements for honestly skimpy clothing appear in my adverts on websites I’m browsing at work. Oh, no … no no no, delete all blankety-blank cookies, plz. :)

I know the traditional Republican Party is dead when President “Two Dolls” Trump sounds more like Jimmy Carter than Ronald Reagan. #Malaise

Cool food truck, and a valiant attempt at pre-decimal British money, but … not quite. :)

The pleasure of having a furry bartender. :)

“I can one share Belfort et Lupin season 2 episode in English.” “Ooooh, I’d love it!” *watches* “I’ll hold out. This is painful.” #NeedsMoreFrench

I’m sad about the whole X vs BlueSky split. Each network separately doesn’t feel as vibrant as unified Twitter did (network effects in reverse) … and a split along political lines has meant more strident political posts and fewer honestly fun or enjoyable ones.

Ordered a Manhattan at this cool little piano bar before noticing the associated dog breed. :)

I have committed a metazoom: I just told someone that they were on mute … while I was on mute. :)

*nervously checks what the tax rate on Colombia is this hour* Maybe I should switch my preferred stimulant to cocaine. The tax rate on that is guaranteed to stay zero.

I’m sorry, game … I’d like to think I’m good for *something*. :)

Sod off, apparently. :)

I have consumed this and have not been transformed into a sexy animal person. The commercials deceived. :)

Totally failing at “spot the furry” at Toronto Pearson (at least inside the US fishbowl), so I suppose I’ll just have to eat this all myself. :)

Best fountain ever. :)

“You said you wanted a halfway house.” #<3Toronto

“What brings you to Canada today?” Me: “I’m going to a furry convention!” Her: *quizzical look* Me: “It’s not business.” Her, with a laugh: “Cool, welcome!”

Presumably we have now learned the lesson that you should take people who want power both seriously and literally.

For some obscure reason half-lost in the mists of furry time, I feel as though I should be hosting a room party. :)

Just had a thought: if I take a fursuit to Furnal Equinox, I’d better also find proof that I already own it, or there could be a new 25% duty coming home just to keep my own stuff.

Someone at work referred to “Team GSD”, and privately inside my head I said “bark bark!” and signed right up for that! Oh. Oh, you meant Getting Stuff Done, not German Shepherd Dog.

I’ve started watching Belfort et Lupin … and what’s this? By the third episode am I developing a crush on Lupin? … yes. Fine. FINE.

Trump / Vance’s unprincipled realpolitik about Ukraine made me think of this classic David Low cartoon about 1939 Poland. The situations aren’t strictly analogous, of course, but the zeitgeist is there. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_L...

Sitting at a brew pub with a friend, and we’re both mesmerised by what’s on the telly behind the bar. Bob Ross. #HappyLittleTipsyTrees