Dys

@dys.bsky.social

Fennec-coyote/big eared bastard, adventurer, troublemaker, yinzer, backpacker, hitchhiker, scoot jockey, nomad trash, salty, paramedic, bandana-wearing Z31 driver, stupid idiot, sincerely trying.

“Bus transit is cheaper than light rail, therefore it’s better” I dunno man. Light rail wouldn’t be bodyslamming me with every pothole, stuck in traffic and construction and road closures, and reeking of diesel exhaust, all while I need to poop

Happy Sunday to everybody, but especially the lesbian couple on the north side taking a walk with their cats in bubble carrier backpacks

- reverse 24 hour shift, 12 hours after pulling a 32 hour shift - shitshow pediatric call kinda day - torrential downpour kept me 3 hours late due to going on a water rescue call - moto low beam broke, screws to access the switch are pre-stripped - need to be up again in 6 hours I’m so over it all

Pittsburgh during AC is a very special time & place to be in. It's what people who've never been don't understand when I say it's the best con. It's not because of what it *is* as a con, it's because of what it *creates* throughout the whole city. You couldn't copy the energy and mood anywhere else.

Austin Devvania@austindevvania.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Places directly outside furry conventions: The Faggots have shown up why Are They here. Places near Anthrocon: Fuck yes the animal people are back. They have money. Rename the streets. cover our walls in your gay ass stickers. 14% ABV Wolf Piss slushy $11. we Love You

POV: you just finished a 90mph thunder run over the mountains in the pouring rain bringing penn state ice cream back to Pittsburgh, all to the soundtrack of Wangan Midnight Maximum Tune

A red Nissan Z31 parked at a Sheetz at nightDrivers POV picture of a Nissan Z31 dashboard with its cozy amber lighting. Every surface is extremely red.

I specifically bootlegged Cutwater booze back home since I can’t get it in PA, only to find out the PA state stores began stocking it *while I was away* I’ll take it, the timing is just hilarious

a bunch of cutwater canned drinks on a PA state store shelf

Finish a 25 hour shift of bullshit, get ghosted by someone on marketplace, slog through horseshit nfl draft road closures, arrive home to find the neighborhood slobs scattered trash all over the street, spend hours fixing the motorcycle only for it to magically break even more for no fucking reason

I heard my next door neighbor start to cut her grass for the first time and immediately thought “damn that thing’s bogging, I wonder if I could figure out if it’s an air/fuel/spark issue and fix it” I fucking hate carburetors, almost as much as I hate yard work Just can’t help the masculine urge