The commute into the city was always the sticking point. Once I’m here, I love walking around, particularly after dark, when the noise has died down, the heat of the sun has abated, and there’s a gentle breeze coming up the street…

I was using em-dashes before LLMs made it cool…

I finished putting together my birthday gift: the LEGO peace lily set. My longest-lived one—Norman, aged 15+—was not impressed…

I wonder if it’s worth it to apply to GitHub, seeing how their reliability scores are dropping and how many positions are opening weekly. Do they really need a strong, org-crossing, staff-style engineer? Or, are they caught in some kind of org-killing freefall—e.g., the likes of AI vibe-coding?

I’d be over the moon to get better. After a course of antibiotics, my sinus infection is back with a vengeance. And this time, it’s personal…

Look up in the sky! It's a plane! It's a fursuit! IT'S A PLANE FURSUIT?!?✈️ Strafe is one of the COOLEST suits we've ever made!💥He's an F-14 Tomcat jet with glowing eyes, muscle padding, big wings, tons of minky details, plush engines, AND detachable missiles! 🤯 #fursuit #fursuitmaker #furryfandom

A more unique ref sheet for a plush suit, who's gonna try it on :3 #plushsuit #bondage #furryart #NSFW #chastity

Currently stuck in resume hell, struggling to convey all that I can do, and worried that I’m just not eligible for anything, anywhere. I’m doing my best not to panic. But, I’m finding my career so stunted that I don’t think I can even get to the level that I should be—and wish I was—operating at…

Folks in tech who have lots of experience: How did you handle job details going back to your first days? I’ve got 27 years of experience, all of which I think is relevant to some extent. Even my first job roles show jumping in to manage customer relationships and solve thorny problems…

The Huskarino: “…You know, Link gets a sword, puts together some triangles… Yadda yadda yadda…” Me: “Wow…”

I’m at a Chinese restaurant that comes from the old tradition of having tiki drinks on the menu. Like, a full page of tiki drinks, the likes of Mai Tais, Zombies, and Navy Grogs. Damned if it isn’t packed with 60- and 70-somethings drinking wine. I’m sitting at the bar, having my gears ground…

It’s been a quiet birthday. No big parties or grand adventures, esp. given how junky I’m feeling on the backside of a course of antibiotics. But, the weather’s really nice. Saw my mom. Took a nap under a fast fan, with the window open and the birds beeping. Driving to have dinner with a friend.

I can appreciate why critics did not think as highly of “The King’s Man” as they did of the previous entries in the trilogy. It was at-times slow, with much less of the formers’ over-the-top action, giving a fictional expansion on the Great War. And, yet, I thought it worthy of the franchise.

Today was the kind of day that I wanted to just go to sleep to escape from. But, at least my husky and I got to sit down to a good meal…

If my favorite sticker artist ever opens again, I have already banked up some fun ones, inspired by real life.

Crowdsourcing a curiosity… Those who know me: other than dragon, what kind of animal would suit me? I’m thinking through other fursonae, and I already have ideas, but I’m curious for an outside perspective.

I’m glad there are people who write the pharmacology sections of drugs on Wikipedia. I’m a natural-born engineer and am curious about how things work, including the body. Even if I don’t quite understand everything—particularly enzymes, ATM—I understand enough to make them worth reading.

“Ghostbusters” is great candy movie. Between the husky and I, we can quote nearly 70% of the movie.

This being sick thing definitely blows…

Somewhere in recent history, I had occasion to ask the internet “can you mace a goose?” The AI summarizer politely declined and none of the results that followed provided anything approaching an answer. I guess this’ll just have to be one of life’s imponderables… 🤔

As I mentioned the other day, I've been going through my old annual reviews—with the help of the Probabilistic Bullshit Machine—to help me make impactful bullets out of the mountain of stuff that was this last job. And, as I, myself, re-read my reviews, I'm just *floored* by all that I did... 😆

Finally got to and through the Severance season 1 finale. I’m… I’m going to need a moment.

I guess it’s now finally, finally over. No more waiting for the inevitable. My last day was yesterday, and I lost email access overnight. As of today, I am no longer a newspaper dragon. 🗞️

The angst of saying my final goodbyes to the directors who turned their backs on me in the last three months. I would have been remiss in saying nothing—after all, these were folks I spent 9 years of my life working with and talking to on the daily—but it feels so hollow doing, a mere formality.

Forcing myself to work through my resume, asking Claude for help zhuzhing up my employment blocks, since—somewhere along the way—milquetoast bullet points that plainly document that you did a job and did it well fell out of favor against those that cast you as your company’s savior.

Guess I should start looking for a job in earnest… I mean, after all, I have three more days on the payroll, and no more convention to look forward to as an excuse. 😅

Nice to fall into my own crib tonight. We’d been expecting to split the drive. But, when we saw that we’d get back by 20:30—become 22:30 after stops—it didn’t really make sense but to come all the way home.

Even felt good enough to take on Waffle House. Not pictured: the eponymous waffle.

Every con I come away feeling like I could have done much more: more parties, more suiting, more dancing, more drinking. This #FWA was no exception. I took it easy and kept things tamer than I might have liked. But, I still had a great time and leave today intact and very eager to do it again.

Trying to figure out what to do with the last evening of the con. Don’t specifically know of any parties. No more events to attend. Guess it’s down to drinking and dancing.

Pool time? Pool time.

When *does* the last DJ go off? It’s an hour and a half after the last DJ on the schedule and our room is still vibrating… 😅

For once, I’m glad for the lobby DJ, without whom I would not have been able to dance for an hour in suit. ❤️

Cool. My #FWA Moonlight waitlist popped in the middle of a party. Didn’t dip and immediately go. Got marked as a no-show. Have to go back into the waitlist—maybe, or am I blacklisted? Guess I’m not going. Oh well… 🤷🏻‍♂️

Newly-discovered life goal: I need to get to the Tokyo Trader Vic’s just so I can say マイタイが二つ下さい。

The #FWA arcade is perhaps the best con-run I’ve experienced outside MAGFest. But, it’s missing one pair of cabinets that would absolutely slap: Killer Queen.

There’s a vendor that sells a pouch with snaps, and tiny little squares that have various things on them, including preferences. pronouns, and disability warnings. I keep thinking about buying into them, but their line is long each time. I think I could use the “hard of hearing” one at least…

I think it’s amazing how big the #FWA Dealer’s Den is this year. Like, holy fuck, it’s probably the biggest I’ve been in, in terms of number of vendors. By, my gods, that was a slog to get through. Two-and-a-half hours just to do what I thought was a fairly brisk walkthrough. 😅

My husky, talking about someone he talked to this con, who didn’t quite know how to cleanly end a conversation and move on, opting to do the equivalent of a record scratch exit… Me: “So, he was like: ‘I must go now—my planet needs me’?” Him: “*laughing* Yeah…”

Phew! Just finished supporting a friend’s suite party and I’m spent. Pictured: current position and attitude.

I am frequently surprised how often people notice watches. Stopped by a fur in line for beer tickets, and someone in the next lane over was like: ‘Hey, I’m sorry to interrupt, but is that a Speedmaster?’ 😅

Me, upon hearing that the dealer’s line was ~2.5 hours for someone, versus no wait for adult dealer’s: “So, you want that cool fox shirt? Two-and-a-half hours. Fake weenies to stick up your ass? Just come on in.”

I’m sure that people are turned off by my resting dragon face, or my loud voice—because I’m legitimately going deaf… But, my head canon is that I am, by default, invisible, as people—some whom I’m had good conversations with before—run up and hug my boy without acknowledging my presence. 😁

Of course, what’s an #FWA without a trip to Trader Vic’s for a few rounds?

Now, we’re at Zoo Atlanta, because I really like animals. #FWA

Started the day with Bomb Biscuit. We’ve come to this place every year since we discovered it in our second year of coming to Atlanta. They changed locations this year—from Inman Park to Grant Park—but the new location is bigger and the biscuits are still the bomb. #FWA

Finally arrived at FWA, and the entry experience and the room selection has already helped erase some of the negatives of the drive down. Easy check-in. A room on an easy-to-get-to floor. Just… awesome.

It is not fully appreciated just how magical it is that we can be in the front seat of a car doing 75 down the highway, talking to a support agent on the phone, while typing on a tablet tethered to and receiving internet from said phone, seamlessly, while crossing uncounted wireless cells.

As my huskband advised, now that I’ve ranted, I should share something cute. So, have Sootie with dramatic fuzz light (instead of hair light). He’s never been on travel—except on business—so this is all terribly new and exciting for him.

Stopping more than half way to Atlanta—in Charlotte. We can do the drive in a whole day, but it would end up with us landing pretty roughly. Plus, we get to see what became of the tiki bar we found the first time we went to FWA, when we drove down—before we learned that flying was easier.