[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | news fluff ]

Hello, world. It’s a sunshiny Monday. Podrick snuggled me, and Shawshank gave me a kiss before he left. The back door is open so Pippin can enjoy the morning. I’m watching the morning news and enjoying the coffee Shawshank left me.

The most ambitious things we did yesterday involved eating. Shawshank made us a delicious brunch. He had the holy Trinity of bacon, eggs, and hash browns, and I had an English muffin with cinnamon and sugar. When everything was cleaned up, we grabbed the controllers and did our own things for the afternoon. He built a couple of new parks in Roller Coaster Tycoon 3, and I managed to get out of the tutorial part of my game. I discovered I could set favorite skills, which would have been super helpful to know while I was playing a magic user in the last game.

Shawshank opened the store this morning, and he’ll be home around lunchtime. I’m going to assume a human form and fuck about on TikTok for an hour.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 ]

Hello, world. I’m up, Shawshank is up, the cats are in the doorway, and I’m pumping coffee into me. Podrick tried so hard to be a good boy. Without the curtain to constantly tempt him, he’s content to look outside or snuggle, with occasional trips to the dresser to try wedging himself into other spaces. He loves standing up on his back legs and reaching his front paws up as high as he can on the window, while he looks outside. To anyone outside, I’m sure he looks like a life-sized, suction cup be-footed Garfield, stuck to a minivan window.

I did a TikTok stream yesterday, and chatted with some of the old Foot Clan. They miss me and my streams from the couch. But they’re not actually missing ME me, not at all, they miss being able to freely goon over my feet while I play Skyrim. I won’t let them do that anymore. I haven’t done a couch stream in about a year at this point. If they’re seeing my feet, it’s an ultra-rare session spinning poi.

Shawshank came home while I was eating my lunch of bread dipped in Italian dressing. He typed up his post, then set up controllers and consoles for each of us. He played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 in handheld mode, I loaded up the “Dark Alliance” PS2 disk, and we both got to battling. As it turned out, I was pretty far along, and ended up beating the game. I watched the credits and then loaded up “Baldur’s Gate: Dark Alliance 2” for more hacky, slashy fun.

Today is a mostly lazy day.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | Emerson, Lake, & Palmer - C'est la Vie (Live) ]

Good morning, world, it’s Saturday. Shawshank is at work, I’m drinking coffee and listening to music. Since the blackout curtains have come down, we’ve had Pippin in bed with us every morning. The weather is cooling and she wants to snuggle.

For the most part, we took things easy yesterday. I put on real clothes for the second time this week, and we headed out to Slightly BiggerTown for some supplies. I tried to find some vampire teeth for Halloween stuff, but neither shop carried any. That’s no bother, it’ll be easy and cheap enough to buy the things to make my own the next time we’re out. I was able to pick up two giant black markers I needed for some cam-related crafts.

“Doing some taggin’?” asked the cashier. Sir…. you don’t want to know.

Once we had everything we needed to buy, we turned the truck in the other direction and headed home to eat lunch. I watched Shawshank play Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 and absorbed the internet. A few hours of relaxing ride-building later, we swapped. I grabbed a PS2 controller and played “Baldur’s Gate: Dark Alliance” until it was time for dinner and Smackdown.

Shawshank will be home in a couple of hours. I’m going to put on some upbeat music, go on TikTok and make myself look like a person.

[Current Mood | drained ]

Good morning, y’all. The sunshine is gone, and TinyTown is covered in clouds once again. Pippin quietly popped up onto the bed, walking across me before curling up between me and the edge of my pillow nest. She dozed while I watched TikToks, and we stayed like that for about 45 minutes. Podrick jumped onto the bed, and I braced for a kerfluffle. In a 180° change from his normal behavior, he completely ignored Pippin, and stomped right onto my chest for his morning cuddle.

We spent some of the day moving Shawshank‘s mom from Shady Acres to the new place across the street. The new place is about 25% of the space of Shady Acres. She’s in that stage of packing/moving where she still wants to keep as much as she can. It won’t physically fit in the apartment without it looking like a packed storage unit. Shawshank and I were talking about the prospect of moving his dad’s recliner – down the stairs, down the drive, into the back of a pickup, then reversing the process on the other side of town. He gently suggested to his mom that maybe we move that chair last, let’s get her things in the house and set up first. A little while later, she made a comment to the same effect: she’ll leave some space in the new living room for it, but isn’t worried about moving the chair yet. We left her to set up her bedroom and came home at lunchtime. Shawshank took a hot shower and played Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 for the rest of the afternoon. I took a hot bath after dinner, then we relaxed on the couch for a movie.

We have today off as well, but we’re going to Slightly BiggerTown for supplies. It’ll be a relaxing day.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | hostile acts, oh no! ]

Mornin’, y’all. It’s Thursday and it’s sunny. Shawshank is on coffee and crow duty, keeping our mugs full and the birds fed. Podrick is watching for the crow army’s arrival. Pippin has been in the bedroom, enjoying the silence and a solo breakfast.

The last shift of our “week” went fine. I logged the heated mattress pad out of the closet and put it on the bean, then covered it all with the regular “bean blanket”. It wasn’t a bad shift, with a lot of freeloading regulars who talk enough for me to keep the room going. I took a break in the middle to make myself some lunch.

Broke Man #292901293:  do you like reading erotica?

“Yes”, I replied, using the same sweet voice I use all night. “I exclusively read erotic WWE fanfic.”

This man is in my room to goon nightly, y’all. Nightly. He is desperate for me to read his writings.

Today is the start of our weekend. We’re going to start moving Shawshank‘s mom into the new place today. We’ve lucked out, and all the crappy weather we’ve had this week has moved on. I’m going to have to wear real pants.