*A massive dinosaur totters like a non-committal tree* I did not get enough sleep to actually do anything, but I'm so excited to be in a new space that sleep seems like too much of a waste of time to do it... HA I should get into the shower and read. ... Is the shower big enough for haunches?

Honestly, now that I'm somewhere that I can depend on still being here for AT LEAST A WEEK... My choice paralysis is real. My email inbox looks like a cartoon cat that's been sucking on a fire hydrant for a literal month. So many lovely friends to catch up with. WHAT DOES A DINO DO? Iwannahug.

*Despite his prehistoric placidity, there is an...aged feralness to clerk... Bones the size of trees remember stories of ancient plains, three toed feet dug deep into mud. Eyes remember searching jungles that no longer are. Sometimes his eyes get very sharp. Then he keeps talking about Discworld*

*ASMR Voice* "Ya wanna know how I'm gonna give you these scars?..."

*The massive, thespian theropod is a massive ham when you get down to it, and he's been sad for a while. His massive form has been a heavy, dramatic, moping drape, like a damp towel the size of a pool. He has however, been reminded of his friends and how he loves them. Hope wins out.*

Okay...so my sleeping schedule...WAS NOT FIXED by being at the mercurial whims of friends and check out times... AHAHA so I'm up at 5am with 0 idea how much sleep I just managed to get... BUT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WEEKS...that's not really a problem. It's the weekend I...Can just do something...

... One must be careful around small friends...

I really have to make something for everyone who got me from A to B on this, frankly, flying that whole business whilst at an emotional low point from Jupiter was not super fun...BUT I DID IT! I feel the scales of my hide, unbreakable! I exist despite the meteor and I mean to thank my friends.

*The saurian soliloquist's reach is not a far one...small arms and digits that are...mostly claw, does not dexterity make... His tail tends to be his main limb for anything with a dexterity above three fingers. Despite being a great sequoia of a slitherlimb....the tail is shockingly adept.*

I've been listening to a fascinating book about neurodivergency on audiobook. I'm honestly tempted to pick these up later if I wander by the bookstore again with more money...

*Vibrates* I need to rest, HA, genuinely I'm screaming at myself to rest and do nothing, but all I want to do is play mini-golf... The urge is almost never this strong...I think I just finally know I can be ever so slightly loud again...And hang out with anyone with a headset...

ALSO HA I just put this together, are you telling me I can take a nice bath in a tub that will be mine for a while and just watch a tasting history about myself? ... WELL can't ask for a better inaugural bath essay than that can I?

Q: How does some one so big play mini golf? A: Mini golf is for every sort my curious questioner! It's a game for the big and the small! Why I've played it with a spider. Really an extendable club's the thing you need. Helps with the small arms ya see. Art by @imfureel.bsky.social

I have to say, some forms of me dabble along the gender spectrum? (*Eyes a kangaroo and a robot*), but HA I have to say Mulligan occupies a similar space to Mac. VERY thoroughly male. Gods, quite the change from a space cat, mental age of about 22 shooting up to a doddering 50 something...

*It is, perhaps, slightly hard not to stare at the cretaceous era book clerk's teeth when he talks. Some ancient part of your brain quails at teeth bigger than your hands. Some other part though, knows he's a push over, he'd let you examine them if you asked. You kind of want to, for science.*

There's a cute little mushroom ride thing in this mall... ... Okay there is no way on earth a tyrannosaurus rex is fitting inside this thing, but I hate that I'm tempted... What does it even DO? Surely it doesn't move, I don't even think it spins...

Exploring the new city I'll be in a while, found a Books-a-million with a cafe! HA I didn't buy ANYTHING because I need to save money, but treasuries of old loves are always tempting... HA I like him better in the 2000's cartoon because he talks, but always an encouraging doggo.

*A massive muzzle smiles at the question, teeth like daggers looking strangely friendly* Ah! What a lovely question, the moniker is "Graham' officially, but many friends and acquaintances call me Mulligan, probably because of a paradoxical penchant for puttputt... ..Big guys can like mini golf...

Oh yes, the one thing that keeps me from being googleable. Honestly, I'm kind of glad to be repped by a hot drink. That's very me. Total accident by naming.

*The catastrophically large clerk from cretaceous has the energy of a great dane, if a great dane were bigger than a bus. The lapdog energy can be disastrous, he keeps attempting to get into your car, fit under bus stop awnings and occupy libraries, forgetting those places aren't built for him*

*You thought the clerk's footsteps were heavy before...instead of getting smaller, they get bigger... twelve legs reassert into two massive stompers, where they once kissed the pavement...now they crack it. The ground shakes* O-oh...Jurassic fantastic... *A massive grin* Hi.

*The bus reaches its destination, it's grin is still happy, always happy...but there is that melancholy of parting in the way the expression crinkles the corners of its massive eyes, how the mice around its sign sniff, they will miss you. 12 legs 10 tons, regardless, the bus bounds away.

Random Tail Aptophilia Posting: He is icon.

*It is strange, being inside a living being without being inside. The cabin of the bus breathes, a gentle rise and fall, the walls, the floors, the seats themselves push at you as though eager to be pet. To rest within the bus is to feel as though you are being cuddled by a tiger. Held safe.*

When I get some rest...

I...do not know what to do with myself.... AHAHAH I have been planning everyday around checkouts and check-ins and friend favors and couch crashing and campground hours... For a solid month. EVERY. DAY. A-are you telling me I don't have to plan for anything tomorrow but fun?

Made it... I can finally be still...

Okay so Pineapple Casserole is DELICIOUS and I will hear NO SLANDER OF IT IN THIS HOUSE. YA'LL CAN"T BE MAD AT ME, I HAVE AN ALIEN TONGUE.... ....I like it way more than I thought I would...

My bout of bad mental health really supercharged my interest in mental health. So I picked up a pop psychology book. I guffawed out loud when I heard that the first chapter was literally called alienation...

Camp breakfast

I have to say of all the forms I figured would end up camping alone I always figured it would be PB. AHAHAH I AM SUCH A CITY BOY RIGHT NOW. I feel like a Japanese Candy influencer in the middle of Yellowstone National Park. Somewhere inside me a pig is livid.

I was right to fear getting that sleeping bag and tent back into their bags... I could not do it. BUT THEY ARE IN THE TRUNK AFTER SOME SHOVING HA. Copilot's back in his seat. Engage ship, FTL YA'LL LETS GOOO

*The bus roams countrysides, small hamlets that have never seen something so strange as feline transit infrastructure. Glances seem to slide off it, only animals really notice. It is for the passengers, to truely know the bus. Onlookers soon forget like a half remembered dream in daylight*

The bus is ebullient, leaping over obstacles as though gravity were someone else's concern. It's impossible body makes a mockery of physics as its huge grin thunders forward, exalting in the joy of movement. The emotion is contagious, you feel a zest for life as if you had twelve limbs yourself.

youtube.com/shorts/_37E3... I love the creators of 'Dubbi' they're inspirations for the mental health work I want to do. Legit, I theorize autism goes in two directions, high and low reflexive empathy, and I think the two types do way more damage to each other than is needed by not being open.

Honestly, I had been looking for an excuse to actually read the manga (THANK YOU TO WHO GIFTED ME THIS, it showed up during a horrible week I lost the tag, but thank you). Killing time in a little dog park on a nice camp ground with some tea from FWA is making for a nice morning.

Like certain other pet species from space, I am powered by the Sun. Good morning Krypto, thank you for being a beacon this entire time.

I made it through the night, the sun is rising above my little tent. Thank you all so much for your support over the years. I have that box of letters that came to my PO box with me, I've been reading them by lanternlight. That PO box is closed now but there will be a new one.

I have to say, of all the travel tech I managed to get before this all happened, this collapsible kettle is honestly super MVP. The fact you can just uncouple it from its power cable, and you just have a little carafe of boiling water. Wherever you happen to be is so useful. It's insane.

*The bus finds its own roads, getting creative in how it chooses to travel, over houses, under bridges, atop power lines. It's a wild ride, the mammalian vehicle's radio blares the Tournament Arc cover of Beneath the Mask, heard from odd angles as it pads across the world*

Honestly Zac McMillian has been a godsend all year. HA how most of his actual studio songs have less than 7k views I DO NOT KNOW. This song in particular has been on heavy repeat. HA it speaks to new beginnings, progressing despite being over your head, and a hopeful joy for new things. Lovely.

Honestly, I got an easy setup tent recently. I spent a lot of money staying in Atlanta to get this move done, but for 35 bucks this is probably the coziest I've been... The snufkin vibes are high.

The bus is ebullient, leaping over obstacles as though gravity were someone else's concern. It's impossible body makes a mockery of physics as its huge grin thunders forward, exalting in the joy of movement. The emotion is contagious, you feel a zest for life as if you had twelve limbs yourself.

I do have to say, whilst my literal nightmare occurred...again...here lately...There's something freeing about that It happened again...and I not only survived, every professional I met gave me glowing marks. I feel like I could survive anything with my wits alone. I-I just hope I don't have to.

*The bus proceeds past cornfields and small towns, a thousand lives passed in an instant. Its twelve paws pound the ground in a steady 6-6 rhythm. youtu.be/wY9FMuvKtnQ?... A melancholy guitar song plays on its speakers*

*The bus updates its destination, the strange living sign above its head often displaying friendly greetings or monosyllabic instructions. Right now, however, it shows a new heading, a new place to explore, a new place to Be. The bus is boarding, it's doors are open. Time to drive*

*The bus continues its journey, a jaunty swagger in all twelve of its kitty-caterpillar legs. It does not care about the reason for travel, it simply likes the travel. You find the cabin stabilized by the odd gait, narry a jostle as you progress. youtu.be/r9X0ahqqIW4?... A happy tune plays.*

Someone drew these on my filthy car, and honestly I'm not wiping them off, I take this as a good omen. Cat face for the catbus and the alien. Like flame decals to make the move go faster.

Getting an oil change before I hit the road, this mechanic has a dog you can pet. I am also taking this as a good omen. Petting a dog before a journey (Beyond the one I'm taking), can only be a boon.

I am very happy for the return of my co-pilot. My friends were angels for watching them as long as they did, I am finally once more a dog owner. HA I haven't driven this long with him in years, but honestly I'm looking forward to it. Onwards and Upwards, bud.