Good morning, world. It’s Saturday, and we’re all rotting on the couch again. I woke up around 6am, and spent some time trying to fall asleep again. Eventually, I gave Chaucer some pets, and then scrolled through my phone.
Yesterday was good. I was productive as fuck in the morning, starting with scheduling at least one spank-bank post to drop daily. I’m constantly tweaking how I’m doing things, and the account is slowly picking up traction. I stumbled upon a hashtag that worked miracles, taking my account from a handful of views daily to two handfuls. While scheduling the finished set, I decided there was no reason not to upload some from a test batch earlier that day. I had been fucking around and testing camera positioning, but the pics were cute in their own way. More content is always better, so I spent some time editing those pics for extra content.
My productivity continued after lunch. I cleared off the truck and made sure it started. This was probably the least interesting, but most important task of the day. Then I set up the streaming shit. Over the last month of regular TikTok streams, I’ve effectively doubled my subscribers. Some of these people have actually turned on auto-renewal. Some of the regulars are protective of the cats. Yesterday, Chaucer was sleeping with his head resting on my foot, when someone asked me to show off my soles. Several people told them I couldn’t because of the universal laws about moving sleeping cats off of you. The highlight of yesterday’s stream was a semi-regular chatter who commented, “OMG WHY DID I WAIT SO LONG TO SUBSCRIBE?!?!”. That felt good.
We went out for dinner with Shawshank‘s parents last night. The restaurant was busy because of a fundraiser happening. We waited a bit longer than usual but it was still pretty good, and they paid for us. Mostly, however, we just relaxed. Shawshank played a bit of No Man’s Sky, and I scheduled additional spank-bank posts with the extra pics. We capped off the night with some Netflix, Antiques Roadshow, and cat videos.
Today, we’re resting. It’s a holiday, and nothing is open until Monday. Shawshank needs to grab some things he left in the shop last night, but other than that, we’re kicking back.
