Makuus (Măkūs)
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Makuus (Măkūs)
@makuus.bsky.social
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A precocious little dragon exploring the world with curiosity and wonderment. Furry/babyfur, software engineer/systems architect, fursuiter/plushsuiter, vocal goofball, aspiring bassist/DJ, tiki nerd, general creative. CW: #ABDL, #Babyfur, #Kink
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He just wants to get in the car to go to The Park.
Can’t wait to see them!
I want to put something like this on my resume. It *is* a strength. But, I don’t want another job that requires me to exercise it so much.

Once in a blue moon? A month? A week? I don’t know what the cooldown period should be. But, a few times a week to as often as more than once a day is too much.
The downside is that it takes a lot out of me. I am legit exhausted, like I just got done with a much longer day, or a strenuous workout. I kind of want to go home and sleep, and not do much of anything.

This ‘strength’ is just not sustainable, and why I whinge so much: This job needs it a lot.
One of my strengths is moving fast through a problem. It’s how I collect information, absorb and integrate it, formulate possible solutions, test, fail, retry, etc

I’ve had a few people say the likes of ‘you’re moving faster than I can keep up with’. Yes, but I’ll return to show the way. One sec’…
A day in which I ended up having to rewrite a Python library—that took a day and change to build and refine—into TypeScript *and* helped someone fix a near-fatal infrastructure issue I’ve never seen before—without direct access to said account…

I’m beat!
Oh my God, that’s the funky shit!
In-sane. Half a six-lane divided highway—the busy half for this time of the morning—dumped onto every two-lane road in the area to get around a total closure.

I spent half of my commute pointed at the city opposite my destination until I got around the BS. Double distance, double duration.
You know it’s going to be a good morning when Waze tells you to go the opposite direction to get to work.

And that route is absolutely slammed…

This is my reward for being up an hour early and getting out the door early: to get to work at the exact same time.
With the AWS meltdown, I’m kind of glad that I was out yesterday—attending a military funeral, so not a happy day, per se. I feel guilty, of course, because I’m supposed to be around for these kinds of crises, being a hero.

But, you know what? Been there. Done that. Many times…
The Buck’ Chair?

That’s adorable…
“There was a time when we lived with hope… when good things were nurtured and allowed to grow…”
O-O-O-Omega Mart: You have no idea what’s in store for youuu…
Does anyone recognize this artist? They were in artists’ alley at FWA in 2024(?), selling cute bird stickers. They were also surprised that I knew that one of those stickers was of a dark-eyed junco.
This is the first one I’ve shared in a while, not because I’m all better, but because it’s fun art that deserves to be seen; and from a place of begrudging realization that the stress—and therefore, unhappiness—isn’t going away any time soon, and that I need to try something different.
I’ve gotten some art in the last few months that I haven’t shared, not because I’m not happy with it, but because I’ve been in a very unhappy, stressful place in life for a long while, and it’s felt not right to share it when I’m not in a place to viscerally appreciate it.

Does that make sense?
All these new-fangled #diaper companies are making these things too darned big…

A bit of silly art by @cinnacine.bsky.social
I say “somewhat-unhealthily” in the sense that it feels like poring over them from time to time does no favors for my happiness.

But, neither do I have much choice to either keep or let them go. They’re woven into the fabric of my life.
I have a whole host of those memories, somewhat-unhealthily continuing to occupy space in my overly-full head.

His coffee brewing ritual. The smell of his Camels. The sound of a knife on a glass cutting board when he made us sandwiches. The feel of the seats in his old Buick Skylark.
I wonder who he would be today, what he would think of all the technology that came to pass since his passing—if he wasn’t on the bleeding edge of gee-whiz, he was no more than two steps behind.

I wonder if he would have accepted that his son went on to marry and man. Would I still know him?
He was the technically-minded one, who took me to the Air and Space Museum, and the Aquarium, bought me building toys, model rockets, and little science kits. Watched Doctor Who and Red Dwarf. And who is probably responsible for me being a software engineer and not an artist…
He’s been gone over 20 years now at this point. But, all the insignificant images that bubble up over time make it seem like I was just at his place this past weekend.

I didn’t like his companion—they never married—but accepted he was happy, and appreciated my time with him…
Me, asking ChatGPT if it can help identify the coffee brand in a few, remaining memories of my father.

It was Gevalia. He used to order it monthly. Came with the canister—kept in the freezer—and the scoop. And he would grind each cup fresh, tip the grounds into a Melitta pour-over, and brew.