Spoonie Pawprints: Bumbly’s Shenanigan Diary

Deep-listening hacker-panda Bumbly wheels through karaoke labs, crisis pivots and weighted-blanket stake-outs to prove disability is no plot twist. His diary tracks the spoonie crew’s DIY tech, heart-heavy hijinks and bias-roasting wins—life at full throttle, every body and brain invited.

In a dim cinema hallway, Bumbly the panda sits in his power wheelchair holding a drink with a straw, while Steve the otter stands beside him with popcorn.

The Quiet Art of Showing Up

Bumbly thought “going to the movies” would be a simple yes-or-no task. Then Steve showed up with a pocket plan, a snack strategy, and the kind of calm competence that...

The Quiet Art of Showing Up

Bumbly thought “going to the movies” would be a simple yes-or-no task. Then Steve showed up with a pocket plan, a snack strategy, and the kind of calm competence that...

He Posted a PCA Ad for “Shenanigans”

He Posted a PCA Ad for “Shenanigans”

Bumbly stops waiting for accessibility to happen by accident. He reroutes: writes the ad, holds boundaries, survives mismatches—then meets Steve at home, an otter with special-needs school experience, a clipboard...

He Posted a PCA Ad for “Shenanigans”

Bumbly stops waiting for accessibility to happen by accident. He reroutes: writes the ad, holds boundaries, survives mismatches—then meets Steve at home, an otter with special-needs school experience, a clipboard...

On a cluttered table: two cinema subscription cards in sleeves; Bumbly’s paw pushes one toward Piper, leaving a visible pawprint smudge on the paper.

Two Cards, One Unspoken Thank You

Piper kept showing up—unpaid, unrequired, unwavering. Bumbly felt the imbalance like a pebble in his shoe, so he tried to give something back in the language he spoke best: planned...

Two Cards, One Unspoken Thank You

Piper kept showing up—unpaid, unrequired, unwavering. Bumbly felt the imbalance like a pebble in his shoe, so he tried to give something back in the language he spoke best: planned...

A panda in a glowing apartment at midnight, powerchair beside him, dating-site inbox empty; a coffee-ring pawprint stamped on a crumpled profile draft.

Online Dating

Bumbly polished his profile until it shone—then watched the silence pile up anyway.

Online Dating

Bumbly polished his profile until it shone—then watched the silence pile up anyway.

Cinema lobby glow; Piper holds out a ticket, Bumbly’s paw touches the corner—leaving a tiny pawprint smear like ink.

Popcorn, Bass and Belonging

Their first real meetup wasn’t a grand gesture. It was a cinema lobby, a thermos, and two people carefully proving that friendship could exist without permission slips.

Popcorn, Bass and Belonging

Their first real meetup wasn’t a grand gesture. It was a cinema lobby, a thermos, and two people carefully proving that friendship could exist without permission slips.

Bumbly’s face lit by a phone glow in a dim; on-screen: “Hey… I hope this is okay,” while a faint pawprint smudge marks the phone case.

The Text That Put the Kettle Back

Bumbly didn’t miss the job title. He missed the warmth. Months after silence settled in his apartment like dust, Piper’s name lit up his screen—and the quiet finally blinked first.

The Text That Put the Kettle Back

Bumbly didn’t miss the job title. He missed the warmth. Months after silence settled in his apartment like dust, Piper’s name lit up his screen—and the quiet finally blinked first.