[Current Mood | creative ]

Good morning, netizens. Happy fucking Tuesday. I’m up, Shawshank is up, the cats are doing cat shit. Pippin is in a window, Podrick is trying to entertain himself and pissing off Shawshank at every turn. It’s sunny as shit today.

I’m getting faster at setting up the bean streams. It usually takes a week or two to figure out the best “order of operations” for setup and breakdown. I’ve got a milk crate full of cables and cloth, that’s most of the gear. Without fail, the most finicky part of the setup is getting the beanbag in a good position. No matter how I have it positioned, that shit settles and I have to readjust regularly. Everyone likes that, because it’s a free look at my ass.

I stayed on the wifi last night and things weren’t too bad, and I made it through a full shift. While I love the blackout curtains, the loss of all my natural light feels almost like I’m rebranding. In my opinion, it looks less “bored milf at home” and more studio-like. In my case, that studio is vaguely public access. I feel like I need a fake fern.

When I logged out, I played with some retro OBS filters to see what they looked like with my watermark and the menu. The CRT option was my favorite, and I absolutely loveloveloved how it looked. Between the graphic glitches I can add and the scan lines, it’s fabulous. Like a commercial for a 900-number back in 1994.

I really need to figure out how to make a BRB screen. I want to be able to take a break and pee and not lose my ranking in the process. I’ll work on that this afternoon.

[Current Mood | blah ]

Good morning, world. The new week is here. It’s sunny, and the back door is open for Pippin. Podrick is on the table beside me, snuggling up to a mug of coffee.

We went out to Shady Acres yesterday afternoon to help move boxes out of the house. They’re downsizing, and the realtor will be there this afternoon to take some pictures of the house. They have a lot of things packed up with the expectation they’ll be moving out sometime soon, and a lot of stuff for the town yard sale that’s happening in a couple of weeks. Shawshank‘s mom thinks they’ll have one yard sale with the rest of the town, then a second one after a move.

Naturally, as the ones actually doing the pick-things-up-and-put-them-down, the two of us get first dibs on anything in the SELL boxes. Shawshank found a bin with his childhood Gameboy, plus a few of its games. There was also a bin with a Wii, and no less than 3 Nintendo DS systems. We left those. As much as they’d be fun to play with, neither of us would play with them for more than a couple of hours. Shawshank‘s going to try to sell them to one of his coworkers.

I left the house with some embroidery hoops, so I can make my own shit. His mom gave me some of the little plastic things to wind my thread on, which will be super helpful with the next kits. She offered a few cross-stitch kits from Gran’s stash, but I declined. I can’t be constrained by a graph.

Shawshank is closing all week. I’ll be running bean streams all week. The last time I promoted a full week, all the systems updated, broke my stream, and I was offline for 3 weeks.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | news: shit's on fire, yo. ]

The sun is shining, there’s crime stories on TV, and I have coffee. Welcome to Sunday in TinyTown.

I was sociable yesterday, and logged into TikTok for a “get ready with me” morning. It wasn’t all that exciting– I’m no beauty guru so they never are. A lot of the regular viewers came in to say hi and chat. A few have reached out in my DMs in the last month or so, so I figured I should make an appearance. I went from near-daily streams for a couple of years, to almost nothing. Nowadays, I might post a video a month on TikTok. I’m more apt to post stories.

After I assumed the human form, I played some Civ until Shawshank came home. I turned off my game and let him play what he wanted. He drove around in a fast car for an hour or two. I pulled out my needlework and made some progress.

The cardboard thread organizer was starting to piss me off, and I don’t have a stash of those little cardboard “spools” that seem to grow in the houses of old ladies. I don’t want to devote money to this unless/until I actually finish a couple of projects. Let’s not forget that I hate spending money in general, and I haven’t made shit since I started camming again. My cheap ass cut up a tissue box and numbered them, then wound up the threads. It’s still not a pretty solution, but at least the embroidery floss no longer looks like a cheap hair track. Even though it looks bad and the thread isn’t staying very well, it’s much easier to just have 2-3 “spools” next to me instead of 31 colors hanging loose.

Shawshank asked if we were going to hang up the needlework. I haven’t decided what I’ll do with this one. With most of my craft projects hobby obsessions, he’ll take the first completed project for himself.

We’re going to Shady Acres to help clean up a bit this afternoon. Shawshank‘s parents are downsizing and getting their house ready to go up for sale, and we’re going over to assist in the prep.

[Current Mood | unbothered era ]

[Listening To | fluffy morning talk news ]

Hello, my little world. TinyTown is gray. There are puddles, so I know we got some rain overnight. Without looking at the weather forecast, I assume today is just an encore of yesterday: moist. Shawshank left me in the bedroom this morning, so I dozed until around 7:30ish.

Last night’s shift sucked ass. When I stream using my phone’s data, the stream is nice, stable, and smooth, but my room’s ranking is in the gutter. On the other hand, if I stream using the house internet, my quality is ass, but my ranking is better. Make it make sense. Chaturbate seemed to be having issues yesterday, which didn’t help. I was disconnected several times. I don’t know what the fuck is happening with one of my room’s bots, which decided to completely quit working as well. It’s been kicking up errors now and then this week, and yesterday it just shit the bed entirely. I ended up logging out at that point; it didn’t make sense to keep the room going if the tip menu wasn’t working. Personality only goes so far.

So I logged out entirely and fired up a laptop while dinner cooked. I started researching what sort of things I can do with OBS that won’t set the Dell on fire. I found a bunch of very retro effects I can use to make my shit look old. As a result, I have ideas. If my quality is questionable from the get-go, what’s the harm in making it look deliberate?

Shawshank opened the store this morning, and will be home after lunch. The day is ours, I think. I might load up a morning TikTok stream while I assume a human form. I’ll even open the back door for the cats.

[Current Mood | okay ]

Happy Friday, y’all. TinyTown is gray this morning. I was up a little early. Too early, really, but I did that li’l dozy thing for a couple of hours, until it was a more appropriate time to regret waking up so early.

Shawshank went out to the post office when they opened yesterday morning and grabbed my latest Temu package. I popped the new case on my phone, but I still need to put the screen protector. Gave the craft kits a quick look before putting them away, because I can’t start those until I finish the one I’m working on. The sunset lamp’s remote didn’t come with batteries. I expected to wait another week before I could use it, but Shawshank came to the rescue and found some.

I streamed yesterday, sticking it out for two hours before deciding it was going to be a shitty, slow night and logged out. Shawshank and I covered my dresser with a glittery white curtain, so I don’t look like I’m streaming from a corner of our bedroom quite as much. The sunset light is a great little light, and the remote and all the light’s options are hell fun. Being able to put it into psychedelic flash mode while playing Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit” made it worth every penny of that $8 I spent on it. If it wasn’t so incredibly blinding, I’d replace my ring light with one. Hell, I might continue to fuck with thing. Maybe I’ll find some magical angle that soaks me in ultraflattering light without frying my retinas.