[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | World Cup bullshit ]

I’m awake. He’s awake. He’s also awake, and has been awake, so it’s a morning already. I’ve been up since about 5am. I tried to go back to sleep, but it wasn’t happening. After an hour, my orange meatball came up onto the bed for a snuggle, then went off to check out the window. I whispered at him to behave, and he laid down, acting like he’s the sweetest baby who totally wasn’t just trying to open the shades, and he’s offended you’d even think that.

I made a new menu overlay for my stream, more befitting the cable access vibe. I can’t let anything be simple, so the menu is actually a wee HTML file. In addition to the menu itself, it has a bunch of shit that spits out random text for the 27tk tip, the hotline status, and a prophecy. I need to tweak the size a bit, but I’ll fix that later.

My Chaturbate was dead again. A dude tipped me for a dick rating, which I’m usually perfectly happy to do, then sent me a pick of him in a diaper, which I was decidedly uncool with. I don’t want to make assumptions on why he’s wearing it, but I know any interaction with regards to it can get me banned. I reported his pic, commented on his junk, and left it at that.

The night didn’t get any better. I just kept reading the cards. If I ever start making money again, I’ll get a proper deck, without the cheat codes. Half of the posts on the camgirl subreddit will be some variation of “is it slow because of the World Cup?” for the next week.

We have the day off, but we’ll be pretty busy. We’re driving out to Slightly BiggerTown to shop, and we’re probably going to end up helping Shawshank‘s folks prep for tomorrow’s yard sale. I’m going to put all the clown pants I’ve made into the dryer with a wet towel and some dryer sheets steam the wrinkles out and make them smell like something other than Eau du Front Closet.

[Current Mood | grumpy ]

[Listening To | my crow friend in the yard ]

Good morning, world. It’s Thursday, and we’re up. I’ve had a shite morning, waking up around 3am for some ungodly, unknown reason. I reset my Sleep Daddy and went back to “sleep” for a couple of hours. Pod came up to cuddle a couple of times. I gave up on sleep around 6.

Yesterday was another dead night on Chaturbate. I felt good, I looked cute, but it was a lot of bullshit. Thirty minutes before I logged out, I realized my on-screen menu graphics never loaded. Normally I check that before I log in, and the one time I didn’t…. whoops. That’s on me.

It was psychic hotline all night, and I ended up logging out after about four hours. I don’t have a set start or finish schedule, I just log in when I’ve finished setup and I log out when I reach the point of “literally can’t even”. The hotline forces me to talk constantly, and sometimes I reach a point where I don’t want to deal with people. Realizing my menu was dead because I was a dumbass really soured my mood all around.

I’m hopeful that tonight will be good. We have a busy day tomorrow, and Saturday is the town yard sale.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | the distant drone of a gas-powered mower ]

Good morning, y’all. It’s another morning. Both cats made the trip up to the bed this morning, but only one wanted to cuddle. One tried to open the blackout shades, and it wasn’t the one you’d think.

We survived another night of End Times weather. Shawshank was at work for it, taking pics of ominous clouds. I heard the wind picking up while I was streaming, but logged out before things got too hairy. The power flickered juuuust enough to make the tech hiccup, but not enough to reset the clocks. I kept an eye on the polygon while I watched the neighbors little trees whip around again. We weren’t in the red zone last night, thankfully.

All of the recent storms have made our lawn sprout up like mad. I’m sure Gord will be around sometime in the next couple of days to mow it. He’d better get on it, since we’re looking at a week of rainy evenings. Shit’s only going to get worse, Gord. And try to keep the mower off the peonies this time.

We’re back to work today. I’m still having an absolute blast with the tarot cards and my psychic hotline theme. Optimally, I’d like to have a hotline-specific menu on the screen instead of the Lovense graphics. I can hide the Lovense menu, but I want to replace it with something.

[Current Mood | amused ]

[Listening To | those were definitely boos and they were the best boos, big strong men with tears in their eyes saying "sir, those were the best books, the biggest boos" ]

Helloo, world. Today is a gray Tuesday. Looking east, there’s a lot of sun, but it’s nothing but black skies to the west. The cats don’t care, they’re in the doorway sniffing the breeze. I’ve already been outside to toss a handful of puffed wheat to my crow.

We had a nice day off together. Shawshank made us a delicious brunch, and I cooked up some french toast for us. The WWE is in Europe, and due to time zones they went live at noon, so we watched Raw and ate bacon. After the man-fights, I played Civ for a bit. I capped off the evening with a soak in a hot bath for as long as I could. Eventually, I have to crawl out of the tub, annoyed by the fact that I’m sweaty and I’m holding electronics and have to keep drying my hands and head and face and Alexander is building too close to me again.

We’re working for the next few nights. I’m cautiously optimistic that I’ll have a good week. It’s town yard sale weekend, which will be my reward.

[Current Mood | overstimulated ]

[Listening To | Shawshank vs. Podrick ]

Hell, world. It’s Monday. Podrick was heavier than usual and woke up Shawshank earlier than he’d have liked, so we’re up.

Sunday wasn’t too bad. Shawshank left for work, and I assumed a human form and ate a bowl of cereal for lunch. I lollygagged when it came to getting on stream, dealing with a very bleh feeling overall. For the most part, I assumed the feeling was simply the day’s house blend of my ever present minor dehydration, a bowl of dairy, and the vague “don’t wanna work” mindset. I pulled one of the water cups out of the fridge and drank it while I set up the bedroom. By the time I finished with the setup, I felt mostly ok. I got on the bean and made some money. A repeat paying viewer popped in, which was a first. Someone came in while I had the psychic hotline overlays running and said it was the coolest, most interesting vibe he’d ever found in a Chaturbate room.

Shawshank came home with pizza for dinner, and the weather, which had been threatening to rain all day, started to turn nasty. We’d have 3 minutes of rain – big fat drops that hit like bird shit – that always seemed to start falling just as I’d want to go on the patio to smoke. After hours of hearing sporadic rumbles all afternoon, thunderstorm warnings started popping up. Thunderstorm warnings became tornado watches, then warnings as the sun set. Soon we were surrounded by red boxes. The power went out. Shawshank demanded the power come back. It did– for just long enough for him to declare himself a god…

…when it went right back out again. It was just light enough for us to make our way through the house, so we got some snacks and kicked it in the dark for another 45 minutes.

Today is brunch and chores and sitting on the couch. I’m not sure if there will be more wind today.