bsky.app/profile/ssno... This guy got to post a painting of a nudes without its being censored, unlike my painting of a woman that is no more revealing. Does bluesky practice a misogynistic double standard?

I'm teaching a new generation how to properly repair and restore your wooden windows. Then I'm going to retire. Oil painting and music are calling.

After smoking for 28 years, I quit tobacco in 2005, and 14 years later, I saw my lungs on an endoscope: pink and healthy. Alcoholism runs in the family. //www.sciencealert.com/almost-50-of-preventable-cancers-linked-to-just-two-lifestyle-habits

I'm what happens when you never have a cubicle to decorate and call your own.

Most of me qualifies as adult content. That's a fact.

"Sleeping With The Television On," oil on Dollar Store canvas, 2023.

I'm a Chad-and-Jeremy-on-Batman-while-cooking-breakfast kinda guy. Also the episode in which Robin cockblocks Batman, bigtime.

When I get to the VA waiting room and no one else is there, I set the TV on TCM and put the remote down on a high cabinet, out of sight. Mortimer just discovered his aunts' little "charity."

We're in Atlanta, and Gertie Bell needs a new home. She's incredibly smart and spayed. We rescued her from the wild, and we adore her, but she can't share a house with another dog. Excellent home protection.

You know it's true.

My first landscape. It's the view from a park bench in Frankfurt am Main.

Here's a thought from the halls of the VA: not only do i have my limbs and hearing, I'm not dealing with unresolved feelings of guilt or shame associated with my service, a driver behind the 22 vet suicides a day. Hell of a thought: shame and guilt instead of pride. I weep for them.

Was recently gifted a piano to aid in my study of music. I have wicked osteoarthritis in my hands, but why not?

For the demisexuals out there.

My son and I are doing something weird. First, we restore the pre-1960 windows that sleazy contractors want you to replace. Not only are we building the best window restoration service we can imagine, since my son's a Commie, it will be employee-owned. We will never be billionaires.

Remember.

Day One of exile from Zuckland, banished from a land of AI Boomer slop and rage bait. Wanna see something cute?

I was just given a piano. I have a guitar. Or two. The first thing I did was this. Still in awe of this thing.