but it was a trendy neighborhood so it’s news
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WP Prompt of the Day: What’s something you’ve forgiven but haven’t forgotten?
All of it. Unforgiveness is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die – so I forgive, for my sake. Forgetting is the more difficult part.
Good morning, world. It’s fucking Thursday. We’re up, the coffee is percolating, and we’re yelling at the news. The cats are doing their own things. Scandals are unfolding all around us.
Last night’s stream was a complete shitshow, but it wasn’t entirely my fault. I set everything up, sat down, and launched the stream. I’d actually tweaked my “shelf” a little bit, and figured out an arrangement for the two screens and the desk clamp that holds my cam’s boom. All my cords were plugged into the Dell, the music was on …. and I forgot my mic. I shut down the stream to hunt it down, plug it into the splitter, and sat down to start the show once again.
I set out my “I’m online!” announcement, killed time for the first 15 minutes or so, as usual, while I waited for folks to come in. I felt great, I was having fun and testing out the second version of my new stream game for about 20 minutes, absolutely killing it. But no one was coming into my room, and I’m trying not to focus on numbers so I’m not looking at my live stats. If I had looked at my stats, I’d have noticed that I wasn’t actually streaming. I’d plugged in the mic, sat down, and started the show- but never hit START.
I took a hit from the vape, and hit the fucking button. Within 45 seconds, I heard an unfamiliar noise from the other room, and logged out again to investigate. This time around, I remembered to start the broadcast again. I stuck around for a couple of hours, but Chaturbate was having all sorts of problems. After dealing with about a dozen disconnections, I ended up logging out because I couldn’t access my bots.
We’ve got a day off today. I expect it’ll be nothing but games.
