[Current Mood | drained ]

[Listening To | big machinery beeping and the flames of a world on fire ]

Good morning, world. It looks like we had some rain overnight, the roads and grass are wet. My crow army is in the area; Shawshank says there are about 8 chilling across the street, I can hear them cawwing. Podrick was better today, and let us sleep past 4am.

Work was ok last night. The new rig gives me a streaming feature that I couldn’t easily do on my phone: the remote control option. I was a little surprised when an alert popped up for the first time saying someone wanted to try it, but I bravely clicked the “ACCEPT” button. In that second, I figured if it didn’t work the way it should, I’d just flash him. But it worked, and by the time my stream started to go wonky, I had some money in my pocket. Huzzah.

I made a dinner of buffalo chicken wontons and sweet potato fries, smoked, and worked on my amusement park. Almost all of my attractions are on 2 sides of the park – sort of a ┓shape – with a nice path that runs between everything. The park’s visitors can take the train from Station #1 next to the entrance to Station #2 at the opposite side of the park. This all sounds good, until I explain that the station near the entrance is the only thing on that part of the park, and isn’t actually on the main ┓path. All my peeps go down the path to the station, queue up, and fuck around in the dead end. I put a smallish, premade coaster ride near Station #1 last night, just to give visitors something to do over there while I add to things. I spent the rest of the night working on my first custom coaster, which will take up some hillside space that’s not really suitable for other rides.

Today’s going to be pretty much the same, just warmer, and a different dinner.

[Current Mood | cranky ]

[Listening To | fans blowing ]

Good morning, world. We are not happy this morning. Pod started early and had us both up. At 3:34am, after an hour of him fucking around and knocking things about, I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of cat food out of its canister, and dropped it in the bowl. With the hope that the kibble would distract him long enough for us to go back to sleep, I reset my soothing sounds and rolled over. He still came back to try the window, but not as often, and not as aggressively. A couple of hours later, I was finally able to doze.

Our Tuesday was nice. We played with our coasters all day, taking turns with the Switch controller. I think I’m on something like my fifth park at this point, but it’s the first where I’ve really played with the terrain tools. After a lot of googling and struggling, I finally managed to create a waterfall.

I started the prior parks by putting down paths (the Sim City method) and filling the spaces, modifying some shit here and there as needed. This time around, I fucked with terrain first, then attractions, adding a train running around the perimeter of the park, up into some low mountains.

This is my second train, and since I wanted it to function as a shuttle from one part of the park to another, I put it down first, before anything else. I really wanted this train to go through a tunnel, but couldn’t do it. I’m definitely doing a lot more landscaping in this one, and I’m having a shitload of fun with it.

We went out in the afternoon, driving up to TinyTown‘s secondhand shop. We’d pretty much decided there was nothing interesting, but made a second trip into the book room to look at the old yearbooks someone had donated. Shawshank pointed out the V. C. Andrews book set we’d seen two weeks ago was still there. I took it as a sign it was meant to be mine, and Shawshank paid the $2.

With two days off behind us, we’re back to work today. It looks like the day’s going to be sunny and nice. The holiday weekend is over, sportsball is winding down, maybe my traffic will be better.

[Current Mood | drained ]

If it ever hits the news that a hermit in the middle of nowhere went apeshit started screaming so much she was heard outside her bubble of nowhere, you’ll know it was me, and I finally lost it due to lack of sleep. Once again, Podrick started obsessively trying to get to the bedroom window screen around pre-5am, as soon as the barest glimmer of sunrise hit the house, then the crow army dropped in for a squawking. Every time I’d kick Podrick off the bed – sometimes literally – he’d go away for a few minutes, only to return and make a bee line right for the fucking window again. I feel like literally the only thing that would stop him would be sealing up the window with plywood like we’re prepping for a hurricane. I finally left the bed around 6am, started the coffee pot, and played “Roller Coaster Tycoon 3” on the couch.

And this fucking cat hasn’t stopped terrorizing the household yet.

We had a nice Monday where we did pretty much nothing but build amusement parks for the whole day. Shawshank put a load of clothes in the washer and made brunch. We tossed snacks outside for the crows. I felt like laying down after brunch, so I did the old person thing and laid down on the bed and tried to catnap. We capped off the night with medical dramas and WWE, and a bedtime discussion about whereabouts in TinyTown we would take a shit, if we had to make THE PHANTOM SHITTER the biggest news in town.

Today is shaping up to be very similar. Podrick has finally stopped being an asshole, for the time being at least. We’re going to check out the secondhand shop later this afternoon, and have burgers for dinner.

[Current Mood | cranky ]

[Listening To | fuck yo footy ]

Good morning, world. It’s another bright, shiny Monday morning. I’ve been up for a couple of hours now; Pod being Pod, and me being me. I tried to stay in bed. I wanted to stay in bed. I’d fully expected to be awake early, and at this point, I’m used to it after a couple of years of this. On the other hand, I hate getting out of bed early. If I must be awake early, I only ask that I be able to stay in my fucking bedroom, where there’s a change – slim though it might be – to get back the fuck to sleep. Unfortunately, Podrick was in rare form¹, I’ve been up since pre-5am, and came out of the bedroom sometime around 6am.

The crows dropped into the yard to sound the alarm again, but this time I was out of bed. We started with three, and a fourth landed when Shawshank came out of the bedroom.

I worked yesterday. I’ve had worse shifts. I ended up logging out after a few hours because the connection got so bad. I’m not sure if it was something with Chaturbate or if all of Saskatchewan was using Sasktel at once, but I was dropping frames left and right.

We have the next two days off, and it looks like it should be nice on both days. There has been talk of a visit to the secondhand store tomorrow, but today is brunch.

1. pretty sure I accidentally turned off the cat-vape plugin and he’s been an asshole ever since ↩︎

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | kibble cronching ]

Good morning, world. It’s fucking Sunday. It’s sunny, as promised. It warmed up enough that I stripped down before bed and was comfortable all night. While I was comfy, I was also fucking AWAKE!™ super early. Then, just as I was starting to get drowsy again, the crow army landed in the front yard and performed Reveille for us.

I tried really hard to make money yesterday. I started streaming with a top on, because I always do. I’ve got no idea why, but I feel very weird hopping on cam, tits a-swingin’ right out of the gate. At the same time, I don’t want to just whip my top off mid-stream, because I have goals set for that sort of thing. When there’s goals to be met, I don’t want to skip them. I feel like that trains people to have a TITS OUT FOR NICKELS attitude. After two hours of a dead room, I logged out.

I spent the rest of the evening building an amazement park based on Rocky Point. I tried to make the big coaster they had, the Corkscrew, and managed to get a reasonable recreation of the first half, but didn’t have things quite right to make the second half. One of the flume rides in the game is an exact mirror of Rocky Point’s; I didn’t bother trying to recreate it. Fuck it, flipped flume, I don’t care.

We’re both working today, with the promise of tomorrow being a day off. It’s nice, it’s warm, let’s get dem tiddies out.