WP Prompt of the Day: What life lesson did you learn too late?
Hello, good morning, and all that happy crappy. It’s Tuesday, and we’re up. The cats are doing cat things, and we’re putting the coffee in us.
I was back to work last night. While I was very proud of myself for getting my mini speaker to talk to the iPad on my own (I absolutely hate trying to figure out Apple’s bullshit), I’m still working out the kinks in my newest setup. I came up with an absolutely evil little game to play in my stream, which I might put into play this evening if I can re-jig my macros a little. Other than my bright idea, it was slow.
After I logged out, I spent the rest of the night playing falling in love with “Cyberpunk 77”.
I walked around for 2+ hours, skulking around alleys and wiping out gangs. I picked up a sniper rifle at some point, and that was the end of close combat. GET ME TO A ROOFTOP.
Today, I’m going to implement a new game to mess with my stream, and cause havoc.
WP Prompt of the Day: Has your idea of what makes a good friend changed as you’ve gotten older?
Nope, but don’t ask me to explain what makes her my bff after 40 years. It’s a type of love, and when you know, you know.
Hello, world. It’s another morning, and we’re up and doing our things. Sir Podrick the Hefty has been active this morning. He made several early morning visits to demand snuggles, before moving on to loudly playing in the hall, then knocking things around in the bathroom and that’s what got us out of bed.
Yesterday was a comparatively lazy day in the house. The recent winds snapped one of my sunflower stalks this week, so I put on some gloves and popped all the seeds out of their heads and scattered them in our wildflower pit. Shawshank loaded up “Cyberpunk 2077” and started playing before brunch. I got a chance to play it while he cooked, finished the beginning bullshit to get hooked up with better software, and started grinding a bit. Shawshank is playing like he’s CyberKeanu. I haven’t gotten too much into the nitty gritty, but I fully expect to be avoiding battle the same way I always do: a futuristic stealth archer. If I can’t be a stealth archer, then I’ll play like I played “AC: Black Flag”: whatever the hacking version of dart guns with berserk darts is.
We went across the street for dinner with Shawshank‘s mom. Shawshank set up her bedroom Roku so she can watch Netflix and Prime stuff off the TV in there, and hung up a curtain in her front room. We made plans to (maybe) make another long drive this week if/when she picks up her new sewing machine.
I’m back to work today. I worked a little on some overlays for OBS yesterday, and I have grand plans of turning one of the spare Ipads into a big control deck. Who knows what the week has in store for me? Probably a bunch of weirdos.
WP Prompt of the Day: What is one thing you can’t live without?
Food, clothing, shelter. Everything else is just gravy.
Hello, Sunday. We’re awake. Podrick jumped on Shawshank‘s stomach and solidly woke up the household. He tried to let me sleep (Shawshank, not Pod), but I wasn’t able to do much more than barely doze. Podrick curled up on my ribs at one point.
I was able to start “Cyberpunk 77” yesterday. After about an hour of character creation, I was in the game, going through another hour of cut scenes and tutorials. Shawshank came home from work, watched me finish up the tutorials and save, then played his own file. I moved on to playing “Balatro” on the iPad, where I’m trying to unlock all the decks and jokers we’ve had on the other devices.
Today is his only day off until Thursday, so we’re doing homebody shit.
[Listening To |
the dulcet tones of Keith Morrison describing heinous crimes ]
WP Prompt of the Day: What’s a small moment from your past that you still think about years later?
The only one that stands out to me is an afternoon in 2020, when I was in the midst of The Great Sort. It was in the middle of lockdown – we were still social distancing, but things were opening up. I had made the trek to the east side of the state to give some things to family. At some point during the drive it hit me that this was probably the last time I would see this view – a view I took for granted for 40-odd years. I had to pull over, take a few pics, and sit and cry a little.
Hello, world. It’s another morning, and it looks sunny. There were some pretty fucking dramatic skies out there. Much like yesterday, I woke up early, but didn’t really sleep again. Podrick was pretty cuddly, climbing across me and headbutting my jaw before finding a position that let him stretch out and keep his paws on my pillow. He’s really started to spend more time on the bed while we’re sleeping over the last month. He likes a small spot by my feet, but there have been a couple of occasions where he’s settled close beside us.
Yesterday’s lack of sleep fucked the entire day. I was in the worst mood. Everything irritated me. I needed to eat lunch but didn’t want anything. My soda tasted too sweet. I played “Witcher” when the Switch was fully charged, but I’m at a point where I’m too low to do much with quests other than accept them. I need to go grind out a couple of levels on wolves and drowners or something.
Shawshank came home, and I switched to playing “Balatro” on the iPad while he played “Cyberpunk” until dinner was ready. Wrestling started way later than expected. I pulled out my needlework project intending to start some background work, only to discover I’d already started the background…. just not with the stitch I’d decided to do. Restraining myself from throwing the whole project like a frisbee, I worked on cutting the work out, and it took much longer than I anticipated. I could have transferred the design to a whole new piece of fabric and restarted the damned thing in less time.
Even as we were going to bed, things were determined to piss me off. I put a drink in the fridge and smacked my knuckles on the shelf.
Hopefully today is better. I haven’t spent half my morning on autopilot, which is already an improvement over yesterday.
WP Prompt of the Day: How do you define success in life?
The program for this evening is not new You’ve seen this entertainment through and through You’ve seen your birth your life and death You might recall all of the rest Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?
The Doors – “The Movie”
Good morning, y’all. I’m fairly certain I’ve been half asleep and/or vaguely awake since I emerged from the bedroom 2 hours ago, because I’ve done fucking nothing. I felt Shawshank get up in the early hours, and never really went back to sleep. I tried, and failed to fall into anything more substantial than a light doze. In fact, it was such a weird sleep that I actually had a dream: I was at work in the pharmacy and dealing with rebilling an emergency supply of a medication to a worker’s comp claim. After fighting it, I got up to feed the cats, put the Switch on the charger (hidden at night because we’ve yet to find a safe spot for it), then moved through the 120 minutes on some sort of autopilot.
We had a slow day yesterday. Shawshank went to work in the morning, I washed my hair. I considered cutting it, but decided not to mess with it right then. I did what needed to be done to upload my “Witcher 3” save from the Switch to the cloud, then got it running on the remastered version on the Switch 2. After a little fighting, I got it working, and fired it up.
Holy shit. It’s gorgeous, like, ridiculously pretty. I played just long enough to advance a couple of side quests, then handed off the controller to Shawshank. Shawshank took the plunge, signed up for his own account on the eshop, and bought “Cyberpunk 2077”. Unfortunately, between the obnoxious download speeds and playing with the console for the rest of the evening, it had only managed to download halfway by the time we went to bed.
Shawshank will be home this afternoon, and I’m sure he’ll be playing until it’s time for wrestling. I’ll watch him play, if I can stay awake.
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