Buff the NullMooPup

@giantbritishpup.bsky.social

He’s desperate. Don’t relent. Take him down with the only tool that has ever scared him. Release the Epstein Files

Rings are just hanky code for straight people “Oh no, the ring has a gem on it, and it’s on his left, so that’s his training/probation collar. When he goes through the collaring ceremony, they swap it for a much simpler metal ring on the other hand. The gemmed one on his right means he likes sports”

It is so satisfying being able to get back to ass-to-grass with heavy weights in my squats. Yeah, it’s not quite 300lb all the way down there, but I’ll take 120kg/265lb for now. My core strength and stability is coming back. Hoorah!

Me: [Learns about kiwis and their egg size] My absolutely rotted brain: “When the furries hear about this-“ My absolutely rotted brain on capitalism: “Make kiwi bird themed kink gear immediately! You’ve got maybe 3 years before this is everywhere!”

A kiwi laying next to its eggs. The eggs look almost as big as the kiwi’s torso.A skeleton of a kiwi showing a full size kiwi egg and its location inside the body. The egg does indeed take up the majority of its torso.

Me, last night: it’s not like I choose this! I swear, I don’t go running towards drama! Me, 6 hours earlier: [a guy is on the floor at the gym, a personal trainer is stood over him, on the phone, looking terrified and confused about what to do] *literally runs literally towards the drama*

It’s interesting to see how the network effect interacts with enshittification. As a website/app shifts its focus further and further from being a place users can enjoy being, to being a place that sells its users eyeballs, you stay, because your friends are all still there. Until you don’t.

Wheeee! Knocking some rust off. I love the super sore feeling of muscles going “wait! Shit! I wasn’t ready! Let me tidy up and reattach all those neuromuscular junctions!” Same muscles. Don’t worry. You get used to running with toast in your mouth.

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Culinary nerds! I need help! A crepe is not a pancake, in the same way that a dosa, an arepa, and a tortilla are not pancakes. Sure. Yes. Makes sense. But there does need to be a category term for “wide flat cooked dough that’s used to convey deliciousness”. What’s the official taxonomy?

This may be the most himbo day I’ve had in a while. 1) Spent hours catching up with an old friend as he talks through 3 years of heartbreak and trauma, until he fell asleep on my bed. I’ve set up the pup bed for myself tonight.

Times change… My video is doing the rounds on Twitter again, and it’s getting a lot of people calling me “ahead of me time” and “I don’t get the hate”. Sure some people are still very closed minded about other stuff, and that’s fine. That one’s still way ahead of their time.

Broke: I wasted the day hyperfixating on a video game… Woke: I found a renewable and fully paid for source of dopamine to help me through this adhd/ptsd flare up. Bespoke: I found a great way to make hole training go better! If I forget I’m hungry, I’ll forget I want to take the plug out!

I wish it was easier to tell the difference between "this retraumatising event hurts somewhat, but I'm handling it well" and "this retraumatising event has not yet fully sunk in and the next x days are going to be SO much worse." Stupid non linear healing progress.