[Current Mood | drained ]

[Listening To | how much longer will soccer be on? ]

Happy Sunday, y’all, and it is indeed sunny this morning. I’m sure Shawshank has a morning picture of it.

Yesterday was busy. We were up early to help set up for the yard sale over at Shady Acres. Their house went on the market last week, and they’re downsizing hard. They had a bit less out for sale because they thought it was happening next week, but they’ve always planned to have a second sale later in the summer. Shawshank and I dragged things out of the garage while his mom handled merchandising. Once we had her set up, I set up my rack of pants.

A bunch of junk was taken right away by some resellers in a neighboring town, mostly shit that probably wouldn’t have sold anyway. Shawshank grabbed a bungee cord to tie my clothes rack to a truck, and we went for a walk to check out some of the sales in the neighborhood.

I picked up a massive embroidery hoop, an 18″x27″ oval. I have no idea what to put in it, but Shawshank‘s mom gave me two books of embroidery stitches, with one being just floral motifs. I half want to do a big, retro folk-art looking thing, with roosters and hearts or something, and I half want to do a large floral piece that says something subversive in the negative space. I’ll figure it out after I finish the kit I’m currently working on…

… and the other two kits in the drawer…

… and (maybe) the one I transferred onto fabric (twice) last week.

His mom wanted to pack things up 45 minutes into the sale, but we told her she could absolutely not pack shit up three hours early. I sold four pairs of pants. We turned right around and spent that money on bird seed and lunch. Shawshank‘s dad came out and sat in the garage, selling man stuff. He sold a bunch of his bigger tools, plus the ride-on mower. I managed to throw out one box of things that didn’t sell, and we’re going back over there later this week to bring a bunch of boxes up to the secondhand store’s donation shed.

Shawshank has decreed we are not getting dressed today. We’re having brunch, and burgers, and in between we will do nothing productive.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | SATURDAY MORNING MURDER SHOWS ]

It’s an early morning for us, and now everyone is up at my normal waking times. Judging by the wet grass and patio, there was rain overnight, but I think that should be it for the day.

We had a nice Friday, although it was on the busier end of things. Shawshank went over to Shady Acres in the morning to move our old truck into a parking lot where people might actually see it. I got ready to meet the world, and we were on the road pretty quickly after that. We hit a few shops, grabbed drugs and lunch, and pointed the truck back home. Shawshank went back over to Shady Acres to move things up from the basement. He was gone just long enough for me to brush Pippin‘s coat out. We were sloths on the couch for the rest of the night.

The weather seems to have cooperated for the town’s yard sale. I’m going to put on some makeup before we head out to Shady Acres. The truck is filled with ALL THE PANTS, so they can be up for sale. We’ll help move things out of the garage and I’ll smoke enough to be in polite society. We’re having dinner over there as well, it’s just a matter of whether or not we come home to chill for a bit between the yard sale and supper.

[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.