Good morning, world. I just woke up Shawshank. TinyTown is sunny. Shawshank opened the back door and set out Pippin‘s table. Podrick is wolfing down a bowl of kitten chow. I attempted to actually do some bullshit on my long-neglected Twitter1 and fucking Twitter is down.
I had a super boring Friday. My plan was to do some Spicy Work in the morning, then stream on TikTok in the afternoon. Everything was going just fine and dandy until the afternoon rolled around. Yesterday was one of the first days where it was warm, clear, and not ridiculously windy, which meant it was perfect for mowing the lawn. I’ve learned not to stream on lawn days; even with the doors closed up, the mower still drowns out any other sound.
With streaming out of the question, I plugged my smut-goblin stats into ChatGPT and let it go nuts with suggestions. It pretty much nailed down the vibe I thrive in and gave me an absolute shitload of suggestions for captions and revamping my bios.
Shawshank has a closing shift tonight, and I have more stuff to edit, upload, and schedule. Yay. If I get my chores done, I can play games.
- Everyone should neglect Twitter. ↩︎
