The heat wave is breaking, and we’re sitting at a manageable temp for the moment. I wasn’t up super early, and when I did wake up, I went back to sleep for a little bit. Podrick behaved while we were in bed, but the cooler temps have him triggering Shawshank like whoah this morning. Pippin is chilling somewhere quiet.

I worked, but it was a miserably warm shift again. I set up the bedroom, then took a break because I couldn’t find Podrick and knew there was a non-zero chance he’d pop up in the bedroom while I had my tits out. He turned up, hiding in the bathroom, cuddling the toilet to keep cool. I logged in and made more than Saturday’s shift, but I’m nowhere near paying myself back for the Dell. On a positive note, one of the bots I use to remind people to follow me was fixed recently. It’s supposed to remind people to follow every minute. A month or so ago, an update added a bunch of sexy new “follow me!” prompts, but the code was miscalculated to send prompts every hour instead. Sure, the settings said it should be every minute, but nope. Hourly. That was properly fixed this week, and I’m finally getting followed again. I was surprised to see I broke 8000 followers yesterday.

When I logged out, I made myself a delicious frozen dinner, then played some RCT3. I can’t seem to get the park to attract more than ~1500 guests. I started an ostrich breeding program. Shawshank came home and put wrestling on, and I opened a fresh sandbox and made a big waterfall.

The cycle begins again.

Greetings and saturations, y’all. The sun is beating down upon TinyTown this morning, and temp is already up to 75°🦅 and it’s not even 8am. This is some positively Rhode Island heat bullshit, the dreaded triple-H combo of hazy, hot, and humid. We can tell how hot it’s been, because Podrick was too warm to do asshole things early this morning. The first of the crows has just dropped down onto the front lawn for breakfast. I’m trying not to get hung up on the heat in the forecast, it’s supposed to be cooler than yesterday.

And yesterday was brutal.

We were forced to put on clothes and leave the house, since we needed groceries. Once it was clear that I wasn’t planning to do makeup, Shawshank said “then you need to put clothes on so we can leave now, I want to get into some A/C”. Heat aside, it was a beautiful day to sit in the truck.

We made a couple of stops in Slightly BiggerTown for supplies, then drove back home. I stripped down into undies as soon as I could. We put food away, ate lunch, and played with our amusement parks. I put a horse habitat adjacent to my western mining town. Shawshank started a tiger breeding program. Several of his park’s guests got a lesson in ♩♪♩♬ THE CIRCLE OF LIFE ♬♩♪♩ when he dropped a gazelle in the tiger enclosure.

We have a long week ahead of us, a full 5-day stretch to be followed by a full weekend off. Today is probably going to suck at least as much as yesterday. At least I have the benefit of working in as little clothing as possible.

Hello, world. It’s a big bright sunshiny Sunday, and the heat has already begun. Not that it really stopped, we’ve been under heat advisories for the last three days. I slept on top of the covers last night, which is absolutely unheard of for me. I’ve been up. UP. It’s been morning for a while.

BUT

I woke up to good news.

I don’t wish anyone dead, but I’ve read certain obituaries with great pleasure

Clarence Darrow

Other than that news, it’s shaping up to be a morning. We’re all in moods.

I streamed for a bit yesterday, wearing my improvised pasties. The response was mixed: I feel like I held my place in the rankings a little more steadily, but didn’t see any increase in tips. Fridays and Saturdays usually suck for me; I know I need to see what happens on a regular day to make any real decisions about them.

We have today off, and we’re going to head out to Slightly BiggerTown for groceries. At least it will be a gorgeous day for a drive.

[Current Mood | blah ]

[Listening To | muzak ]

Good morning, bitches. We’re up. There’s sunshine and open doors and fresh air. We were allowed to sleep past 4am this morning; I’ll give Podrick extra loves as thanks. The cats have each taken a window to watch over their own little versions of TinyTown Nature Preserve.

We survived Friday. The weather was warm, and I was feeling clammy by the time I had the bedroom set up. I needed to be out of the bedroom to handle a delivery, and didn’t log in at the normal time as a result. I stuck it out for about 90 minutes of streaming before deciding I was getting nothing. Nothing. The majority of people dropping into chat were followers, almost no one found me via searches.

I logged out and made dinner for the three of us, then played with my coasters. I pulled down the one everyone was terrified of and rebuilt a pussy-fied version of it. Everyone loves it, and I pretty much doubled the number of park guests as soon as it opened. I also put in a pool with a water slide, because why the fuck not?

Let me just say one thing: FUCK WATER SLIDES. Getting that fucking thing opened was an absolute bitch. Ride “must be connected to a pool complex”? It’s RIGHT THERE. But no, the real issue is that the spiral staircase needs to attach to the side of the platform, not the end. There were about 100 peeps in my pool when I opened the slide, and they positively swarmed that staircase like ants to a picnic lunch.

Shawshank‘s working tonight, and I’m going to log in. I’m going to set up and stream, and see what sort of bullshit I can get into tonight.

[Current Mood | brain fog ]

[Listening To | birds, fans, and bullshit ]

Oh joy, it’s FRIDAY. I’ve been up, unwillingly, dealing with the bullshit that comes with wanting to have luxuries like window screens. I’m on the couch, Shawshank is in bed, and Podrick is laying down, just pondering what he’ll do next to get me to stage-whisper-scream at him. I initially got out of bed because I heard him knock something off a shelf he shouldn’t be on. Pippin was sick immediately. I had to deal with cleaning up the mobile vomit dispenser, plus Pod wanting to check out both Pippin and the puke.

It’s been a morning already.

A morning which followed a slow, shitty shift, where I did nothing more than chat with a dude about video games and “Doctor Who“. I told him what games I’ve enjoyed, and we talked about whether or not Skyrim is a game you ever actually finish. We also had a fun little debate about whether or not “Blink” is a good episode to show a first time Who-viewer.

I was happy to check my ratings and see a new thumbs up 👍 from someone who’s been in twice now. He’s about 30 years older than me – putting him about 50+ years older than the majority of my fans. He apologized for his age the other day. Don’t worry about it, you’re fine, I told him. One guy’s cougar is another guy’s kitten.

I logged out and made myself a tuna sandwich, with a sidecar of croutons. I spent a couple of hours building a coaster that no one will ride. I can’t imagine why.

Today’s Friday. I’ve been out to feed the crows, and fill the bird feeder. We have two more shifts, then a day off. I’m setting up for a stream, and keeping my optimism up about getting online for a couple of hours. It’s sunny as hell, and if the wind stays down, I’ll go out for some spin time later.