Good morning, y’all. We’re one step closer to the weekend. We’ve got cats and coffee. It’s Thursday, it’s windy as fuck, and y’all, it snowed again overnight. I woke up around 5am, and finally decided to stop fighting around 6am. I scrolled through Reddit until I was angry and sad, then opted to edit some photos and videos. Pippin joined me under the covers at one point, becoming a loaf on my chest.
I did a little more work on the hashtag plugin yesterday. Shawshank‘s been naming it. I called it “hashtag tracker”, because that’s what it fucking is and I don’t plan on distributing it. Shawshank named it “Shiver Me Timbers” at first, but most recently bestowed it with the name “Audrey”, because I’m constantly feeding it data. Yesterday’s update added sorting options for the analytics graphs, so I can see what tags I use the most, and which ones perform the best.
The next project is deeper analytics. At some point, I uploaded the plugin file to ChatGPT and asked it, here’s the whole thing, you see what sort of data I’m collecting, what sort of analytics can I output based on individual hashtags? Thus, the hashtag report card was conceived. I started fucking with it yesterday, and it’s still very much broken. As long as I don’t need to add any new hashtags right now, I should be fine.
I had a slow night, I just relaxed on the couch with Chaucer. I streamed and played “Belatro” for a while, coming very close to winning one run. Unfortunately, once all the regulars had been through chat, traffic trickled, leaving me and about 5 or 6 suspiciously quiet watchers.
Today is Thursday, and that means nothing. Shawshank has work this afternoon, so I’ll be doing my thing. I still haven’t pulled the trigger on a smuttier live stream. This amuses the shit out of me, now that I really think about it. There was a time I would charge people $4/minute on Ifriends.
