A bunch of photographers running from a bear.

Whoooooooooooa~

We're halfway there~

WHOOOOOOOOOAAA-OOH!

That has about the nutrienal value of ice yeah.

Wait like it's meant to be refreshing, or like a bunch of iceburg, and with a few shreds of carrot and cabbage?

Haven't done a food post in a while! I haven't been making a lot of fancy food because it feels like a waste in this state of the world, but still trying to make interesting things.

Like this chicken and waffles I made from on sale chicken and old waffle batter! 🍗🐔

"You sold your body for drugs?? You're such a whore."

"LISTEN.

First of all, it was a lease, not a sale. Secondly, I've been leased for less things, so this is a step up."

I don't like posting kinky shit on this account but I'm so proud of how these turned out ❤️❤️❤️

Felt cute ✨ 🐻😘

But that's just a theory

BEARLY A THEORY

Biiiiiiig streeeeeeeeetch

I need a picture of a tanky skunk wearing a shirt that says, "This side for friends," on the front, and "This side for enemies," on the back send post.

I found a new training sword!

It does 1d12 bludgeoning, 1d12 piercing, and an extra 2d6 psychic damage. 🦄

#WhyIsAnyoneFriendsWithMe I have no respect for "vibe coding"

Watching Brother Bear and being all

Do they have My First Novel Simulator yet?

My husband is telling me this joke doesn't land, because there are games like Leaf It Alone, and Lawnmowing Simulator now 😭😭😭

I wish I could connect with people over video games. I always feel like I missed connections in my own generation, but I find grinding in games like playing Yard Work Simulator.

I wasn't allowed to play games as a kid. They always said it was too childish 😭

😘

I did not realize at all you could do this, I just went and bought the bag of sodium citrate lmao

Gay prey models tbh

In chaos theory, the big things that grab our attention don't matter. What actually matters is the tiny things we don't think about.

Like moments, and our emotions and thoughts. The things that drive us to do the big things.

And I hope the people I met keep doing big things.

It may not be much, just a bunch of gotchaballs, toys, and a giant inflatable polar bear in the middle of Nevada

But I was there. And for those brief moments, I saw people there with me, sharing a moment they didn't expect. An experience that might change them in ways I'll never know.

Would I have truly been there with these people to understand them? To share those experiences with them?

How much less would it mean to me if I were in my phone, lost in my mind, distracted by all the other traumas and pain I cope with to spite myself and miss out on such things?

I had a lot of moments happen at this con. Which is wild for a hermit like me who doesn't do cons or get out a lot anymore. Moments that blew me aware with how raw and genuine they were.

I ask myself in retrospect, would I have had those moments if I wasn't present for them?

A moment makes or breaks us. Inspires or crushes us. The content of that moment, we'll spend our the rest of our lives trying to understand, at times.

It's so sad that we spend so many of our moments not present.

Distracted.

Lost in the mindless shuffle of content.

Unaware we aren't aware.

The thought experiment I was running was about chaos theory, and the importance of a single moment in relation.

We don't think of time, or our world, as a series of systems. But they are, interconnected by things we think are dumb and irrelevant in the "grand scheme."

A moment changes everything.

While I was at #LVFC this year, I decided to run some philosophy thought experiments while I was at the con.

I've been thinking a lot about systems these days. And I wanted to do something that would help me understand the kinds of systems that drive us.

So. I went super absurd.🐻‍❄️

(A thread🧵)

Got to do some rigging while I was at #LVFC this year! Thanks so much to @aridumpling.bsky.social for being such a good bunny 😘

That's how I deal with anxiety for sure.

Being wrong is hard. It's like being punched in the nose. Your vision goes red, and your temper flares.

But beyond that feeling, is growth.

People say they'll change their mind when presented with a better argument, but they don't. We're all stubborn.

But growing past that is the world I want.

I like to be wrong.

I made a career out of being right about bad things. About seeing traps where people see nothing. So I enjoy being wrong about those bad things.

How can I not? When your world is only disaster and vigilance, you crave being wrong. You want a better reality.