Good morning, world. Yesterday’s short-lived sunshine has moved on out and the clouds have rolled back in. It was a hard sleep, a little too warm, a little too uncomfy. Podrick snuggled.

I had another shitty shift. I only made a little more money than Tuesday – emphasis on little – but I stuck it out for a few hours. I logged out after 3+ hours, and took a break for dinner. I’d left things set up to go back to, but decided to clean up instead. I wasn’t getting much paying traffic, and whatever progress I might’ve made up the ranks by that point would have been lost when I logged out. I watched a beautiful sunset while I broke down my set. I smoked the last of the nug I’d ground before my shift, then sat on the couch for a while, did some things, and then took a hot shower.

[Current Mood | accomplished ]

Hello, world. It’s a sunny fucking Wednesday in TinyTown. It’s taken him a full 18 months, but I think Podrick has figured out he can sleep on the bed with us. Most of the time, he still insists on chest cuddles before he’ll go back to the foot of the bed, but he did curl up next to me for a few minutes. It’s a start. If only he understood the lumps under the blanket are Shawshank‘s legs and didn’t step on him.

I need a good stream tonight, last night was awful. My ranking was in the toilet for the majority of the night. Somewhere under the toilet, actually. I think I need to mute at least one of the dudes who’s been in lately, because I don’t want to deal with him. Chaturbate recently added a chat translation feature, which is fucking great. I use a bot in chat that blocks demands (and subsequently a load of free dirty talk), but it only works for demands made in English. The bot sees non-English and ignores it, then Chaturbate translates it and now I have some random German dude begging me to put the camera to my lips so he can kiss me. The dude who fancies himself a writer is just as bad. He claims to be an erotic author, begging me to send him a private message so he can send me stories. His chats in English, but because his bullshit is so obsequious, it gets through the bot. He should be muted as well.

On a positive note, I pared down one of my always-on overlays in OBS. It looks great, and I can see it better, which was the whole point. I think I might change the font a little. I swapped out the old overlay after a break yesterday, and I’ll tweak the new one a little before I log in this afternoon. Last night was also the first time testing out the new tracker. One of the APIs logs everything: user entries/exists, tips, every message sent, room title changes, all of it. I trimmed down that import because I don’t need quite that much data. Between the three APIs, I should have a pretty good idea of what’s happening in my room, and when. I just need to build a display for it.

Let’s have a good Wednesday. It’s time to assume a human form.

[Current Mood | blah ]

Good morning, world. The holiday weekend has moved out and the new week has started for us. Once again, we woke up under grey skies. As long as the cloud cover isn’t too thick, it should be good light for streaming. I woke up a few times and felt Podrick sleeping on the foot of the bed. This is a new development, which I’m totally ok with.

As planned, we did very little yesterday. Shawshank made us a yummy brunch of bacon and eggs and muffins, then played Tropico all day. I messed around with my laptops, working on a spreadsheet on one and generic internetting on the other. I’m vibe coding again; I didn’t like typing in so much data into the previous stream tracker I made. The new one hooks into a couple of APIs that spit out data and slurps up the bullshit, all I need to do is enter my start/stop times and how many tokens I made. Pippin spent an hour in my lap while I read posts on Reddit. The hoes were arguing whether or not pretty privilege is a thing in camming, how much being conventionally attractive affects the money you can make, and ✨every body is beautiful and every body has an audience✨. Podrick did orange cat shit. We watched “Sinners” in the afternoon, Shawshank made bacon cheeseburgers for dinner, and we watched wrestling.

We’re back to work today, another 5-day week for us. This should be a nice week, I don’t think we have to do much of anything but get through it.

[Current Mood | blah ]

[Listening To | a Tropico playthrough on Youtube ]

Hello, world. It’s Monday, and it’s rainy, but none of that matters because it’s a day off and we’re not doing a single thing that matters in the grand scheme of things. Podrick did quiet things until it was time to get up. Now, he’s being an asshole because he’s rediscovered a corner full of fabric and wants to FUCK SHIT UP.

We did some family stuff in the morning, helping to move some heavy shit out of the shed and into the camper, then sent them on their way. We took some planter boxes from Shady Acres, and Shawshank lined them up along the fence between our patio and the neighbor’s. Once we were back in the house, he grabbed a controller and loaded “Tropico“. I played on the internet and made a batch of cornbread.

Shawshank, dictator that he is, laid down the law last week: he isn’t doing anything today if it involves leaving the house. Nada. Zip. Zilch. We’re having brunch, we’re having burgers, we’re watching Raw, and we’re not doing anything.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | fluffy morning news ]

Greetings, Sunday. We’re up. Stuff looks grey out there, but not in the “rain is imminent” way.

We had a busy Saturday. Shawshank‘s uncle and cousin came in from the next province over to pick up a camper and helped move some things. He and I went over to Shady Acres with his mom in the morning and went through some of the things in his dad’s room. It was a lot like going through my grandfather’s things, and I’ve come to the conclusion that not everyone is some guys just like to collect keys and pocketknives.

And telescopes (2).

And gaming systems (5 consoles, 2 or 3 different Nintendo 3DS handhelds).

And digital cameras (4 at last count).

And cell phones (current total: 8+).

And Garmin GPS gadgets (I think 6?).

There’s a wee lil Ipod Touch, and at least 1 extra Ipad.

Shawshank is charging phones to fuck with. I came home with two handmade sweaters and some cast iron cornbread pans. Shawshank took some winter coats and a leather motercycle jacket. I gleefully ran out of the garage with two katanas. Shawshank‘s mom sent us home with a massive Bowie knife.

His mom and fam have gone out to Slightly BiggerTown to see his dad. We might try to take advantage of the extra help we have to move some planter boxes from Shady Acres to our yard. The fam may or may not be driving home this afternoon, but we’re going over to her apartment for dinner tonight. Tomorrow is a full day off, and Shawshank has already said he’s playing “Tropico” all day and not leaving the couch.