I made drawings of some of the special technical people in my life that I know from @degentechinc.bsky.social! I pledged to myself I would post my next artwork, and thus begins my online journey. @btex.bsky.social @snuhr.bsky.social @skyebeat.bsky.social @apotek.bsky.social
Thank you everyone who came to our terrible scifi movie night, we watched "the core" and took a shot every time they said "core" or said some technobabble.. was really fun ;3
Hello everyone!, here we are releasing Physwolf's talk about PARS microscopy, hope you all enjoy it www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvCb...
Holy craaaaaaaaaaap thats sad, im sorry.
I'll be at this meetup, I've been looking forward to Tempo's lecture for a little while now.
"Hey, where is Missouri?"
"ILL DIE A THOUSAND DEATHS BEFORE I RECOGNIZE MISSOURI"
*squirt bottle and squegee noises*
Sorry you're going through this. Being a public furry and vaccine researcher makes you a target on 3 fronts. Death threats are almost always meaningless/from cowards, but do protect yourself, emotionally and physically.
Chise, im a huge fan of your work and efforts in public outreach. I hope you dont mind a "mascot" comparison, you're doing a great job at being one.
Check out other site again. All rage bate, bot adds, and very little fur content.
Yup, it's done. Looks like bluesky is the main platform now, or at least now has the momentum to make it inevitable.
From anger to grief, all hope is lost. I'm sorry for my anger. I'm sorry for my bitterness. I'm sorry for the sorrow I bring to your life. I'm sorry, my pain overwhelmed me and I couldn't see anything past it. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret regret
I cant fathom of a life more cruel. None are left to witness, none stand to bear testimony, none to remember the pain . How can someone regret a life while alive, and the death when dead? Forsake all vows, all time, all the earth, your time is now, breath in a song for the world to hear. Love today.
A scream into the dark, none to respond, a breath strangled, unheard, unheaded, unknown. No on knows when the toll will come but that it comes. Of the dark, only loves leaves a light against the unknown, the uncaring, all that does to undo. Now all that's left is your memory, and the pain it left.
we have stickers!, if you want one, @btex.bsky.social
will be at MFF, contact him to coordinate
Oooh i like this one.
So there's been more calls from twitter furs to move here. I hope that happens en masse, finally...
Are you publicly admitting you ignore your mom? To prove me wrong, upload paw pics NOW
Oh hey, look at this lecture about blackholes from Skye! It's from the monthly DegenTech meetup. Check out the next one!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=95mu...
Comments are more real than likes/shares. Bots can like/share, but bots cant hold a conversation. Twitter is more dead than not by now.
Another day the other website starts my day with an ultra graphic death.
Im just done with that site. That site has just started pandering to absolute psychos. I deleted the app. Im done.
Often, when I look at people
AHHHHHHHHHHH
Do you like you? That's someone.
Life goes on, and I still have hope for a better day. The long grey has been spotted with sunshine, and I am wishing to feel warmth again, but today I woke up cold and alone. Tomorrow I will wake up, and I hope something will be different, though little will change.
Hope, the last of Pandora's box
These missives are my attempt at getting the pain out without furthering the agony onto others. I'm not in a drastic mood, but this is how I have felt for years and years and years. I have tried to build something better, but it has so far failed. I guess this is a vent of frustration. I'll be okay
There's a pervasive hopelessness in it all. Everything feels like it won't change, everything good ends in the worst way, the faces of joy burned away in memory only, and the languishing agony of those who remain. What evil have I done? What worth is there in all this?
I am hurt too, and I always tried to keep it to myself, but that too all felt in vain. I cannot hide my anger, I cannot tolerate the pain either. Suffering is a fact of life, and what does that lead to? Through my suffering I hurt others, and I'm afraid even now I'm worrying people.
I'll be OK tho
I've hurt people. I never meant to hurt them, but hurt they still are. Anger and bile and ash and spite are all that came of it all, vitriol and remorse for all that could have been. I hope in vain I can help others to atone for the hurt I caused, but it all feels so meaningless.
I'm sorry. I am.
This is my smallest social platform and the only one I feel comfortable even saying anything is wrong. I wake up remorseful over things that I had so little control over, but still I had my part in the result. I never am able to say "I'm not doing well", because I seem to be doing well.