[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.

[Current Mood | blah ]

Hello, world. The weekend is here, and it’s a lovely day outside. I woke up a few times, either uncomfortable or to cuddle a needy cat. My mother survived the most recent hurricane, although she has no power and therefore no morning tea.

I had a shitty stream last night, which pissed me off because I was hoping to have a strong finish to the week. The stream itself wasn’t bad, but I made a mess of myself while on a break and logged out because I wrecked my makeup. Instead of streaming, I reset the bedroom and made dinner for the three of us. I spent an hour or two uploading and scheduling some tip-clips to Fansly. I took a hot shower. Shawshank came home and found me playing “Tropico 6” on the couch. We watched Smackdown. Cody Rhodes is boring and overdone. I tolerate him only slightly more than Roman Reigns, but only because Cody has 28% less teeth than Roman.

It’s a 3-day weekend for us, but we’re spending the first two moving some things between OG Shady Acres and Shady Acres 2.0.

[Current Mood | blah ]

[Listening To | hurricanes and livestreamed executions? ]

Good morning, world. We have 2 blue Jays in the yard today, and one of them keeps landing on the stair railing and the bird feeder hook to look in our big bay window and scream at Podrick.

I streamed for a while yesterday, and it wasn’t too bad. I had good lighting, and my ranking stayed pretty consistent for a change. I had a lot of broke strokers in chat, as usual. I’m trying to be better about not giving them the attention they want. There is a very, very fine line between keeping the chat moving and domming for free.

I logged out after a few hours, messed around with the internet for a little while, then played “Tropico 6“. I like popping in a new sandbox, loading a map, and fucking over the Crown. Last night’s map didn’t do as well as some of the others I’ve played. Maybe over the weekend I’ll play an actual mission.

Today is the last night of work. I think I’ll use my data tonight and go on the fast stream, and I’m seriously considering just starting topless and skipping all the bullshit.

[Current Mood | blah ]

[Listening To | NASA shit ]

Good morning, world. TinyTown is grey this morning, and the first snowflake ❄ popped up in next week’s forecast. I opened the backdoor for the cats. We’ll be putting their little surveillance table away sooner enough, let them have this morning at least.

Yesterday dragged ass. I set everything up and went online. The sun didn’t blind me, and I managed to sit for a 4+ hour shift. Chat was relatively lively, but broke. I’ll start busting out the Halloween shit soon enough. Even if it doesn’t do much for the menfolk, at least it’ll amuse me.

I logged out, made myself some English muffins, and worked on Fansly stuff for a little while. Shawshank came home and found me sitting on the couch in complete silence and got worried. I like the quiet sometimes.

Two shifts left. We have a three day weekend, but two of those days will be busy.