It's me! Thank you for the workout, Owen.
@celtibear
Demi-bear, poly, LARper, Pathfinder 2e, Sci Fi, fantasy, cat-daddy, cancer survivor, liftomancer. More and more, mistaken for Santa Claus. By adults. Twin Cities, MN
It's me! Thank you for the workout, Owen.
Monochrome Monday. Hotel lighting.
We're also not marsupials with joeys in tow. /shrug
My Maneuver? I'm torn between Picard and Orchestral (in the Dark).
This should also apply to the figurative, as well as the literal. Also, Bsky thinks you posted this in Amharic? Should I be translating comments to that? Probably in Google Translate's database.
What sleep I got last night was full of ICE nightmares. So, not a lot of sleep. The state-sponsored terrorism is working. I was born here, and I am purely European in ancestry; but also gay, and very liberal. I feel it's just a matter of time, until they start rounding us up into camps, or worse.
So since ICE are Goosesteppers here in MN we call them Grey Duck Steppers.
That looks really amazing.
5'8", or 1.73m, depending on the observer.
Having an in-service in the event that ICE comes onto campus here at work. One of the resources they've discussed is a rapid response line, Monarca Unidos. Their website: Monarcamn.org.
This is JayGee from Munich. I have one of his pieces as a tattoo. bsky.app/profile/jayg...
Man dressed as Santa Claus in a red brocade vest, red pants and black boots, with a brocade trimmed Santa hat
Happy Christmas to all!
Gym tonight. Great workout, will go again tomorrow night.
A nude man flexing his bicep and smiling.
An aroused nude man, flexing his bicep and smiling.
Second set of gym flex pics, also by request.
A bearded man standing in the gym taking a selfie in a squat rack.
A man in a gray tank top, flexing his tattooed bicep and smiling.
A shirtless man taking a selfie while flexing his bicep.
A man in a black jock strap, flexing his bicep while smiling.
Gym after work, and flex by request.
That second group certainly has a point.
Flares are why I don't store on the cloud.
There are certainly times when I feel crapulent.
Thanks, handsome!
A man in a stringer tank top standing behind a barbell taking a selfie in a gym mirror.
Another gym day, bench, curls, deadlifts, rows.
New drink invented at Pathfinder game today: Banana Hammock. Bana-nina, Bacardi and oatmeal cookie oatmilk creamer.
On Fridays, we LIFT!
It occurs to me that it's likely His Orangeness has never encountered the first rule in the Evil Overlord list.
"1. My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones."
I keep hoping someone competent takes advantage of this lapse.
Gym today. Good workout.
Annual CT scan results discussion with my oncologist, this morning. Other than a couple of normal age-related things, I am doing remarkably well. Gotta watch the prostate, at least annually, but at sixty, I expected as much.
We have a Great Horned Owl in the neighborhood. We think they are nesting next door, but as we have an empty lot as our side yard, our property may be a part of their hunting territory, along with the lake-park a block over. There have been a lot fewer squirrels in the neighborhood this last month.
We beat the Seven Deadly Sins escape room with 04:38 to go.
Been a bit since I felt well enough to hit the gym regularly, but got a good workout after work.
I fused this piece, titled 'Sun dogs', for my mother for her 86th birthday. At this point I hadn't slumped it into a dish, but I had actually forgotten to take a picture of it slumped before I shipped it out to her.