[Current Mood | annoyed ]

[Listening To | politicians whining ]

Good morning, world. We’re up and getting the go-go juice into our bodies. The cats are waiting for the morning visit from the birds.

Yesterday was a sucky work night. I’d added a new game to my streams, and last night was a test run of its graphics. I made a few macros to deal with popping the overlays on screen, cycling through, and clearing them, all using one button on my control deck. It worked, but I wasn’t very happy with it. I also decided to log in late, thinking if business doesn’t start to get busy until about 4pm, why don’t I just log in then?

[Narrator: In the end, however, that was a bad choice.]

My rank was in the absolute toilet, and there it stayed. I had a couple of quick spikes of activity, but other than that, shit was really bad. Trying to look at things positively, a dead shift was a good way to work out the kinks with the new game play, and to learn not to fuck with my established schedule. I logged out, fed the cats, fed me, and played “Cyberpunk” until Shawshank came home and I gave him the controller. To cap off the night, I spent an hour making my new overlays work the way I wanted them to work, remapped my control panel, then ate some pie.

Shawshank‘s working a day shift today. I’m going to assume the human form and get back in The Bean again. The overlays are working, let’s do this.

WP Prompt of the Day: What life lesson did you learn too late?

Hello, good morning, and all that happy crappy. It’s Tuesday, and we’re up. The cats are doing cat things, and we’re putting the coffee in us.

I was back to work last night. While I was very proud of myself for getting my mini speaker to talk to the iPad on my own (I absolutely hate trying to figure out Apple’s bullshit), I’m still working out the kinks in my newest setup. I came up with an absolutely evil little game to play in my stream, which I might put into play this evening if I can re-jig my macros a little. Other than my bright idea, it was slow.

After I logged out, I spent the rest of the night playing falling in love with “Cyberpunk 77”.

I walked around for 2+ hours, skulking around alleys and wiping out gangs. I picked up a sniper rifle at some point, and that was the end of close combat. GET ME TO A ROOFTOP.

Today, I’m going to implement a new game to mess with my stream, and cause havoc.

[Current Mood | blah ]

Hello, world. It’s another morning, and we’re up and doing our things. Sir Podrick the Hefty has been active this morning. He made several early morning visits to demand snuggles, before moving on to loudly playing in the hall, then knocking things around in the bathroom and that’s what got us out of bed.

Yesterday was a comparatively lazy day in the house. The recent winds snapped one of my sunflower stalks this week, so I put on some gloves and popped all the seeds out of their heads and scattered them in our wildflower pit. Shawshank loaded up “Cyberpunk 2077” and started playing before brunch. I got a chance to play it while he cooked, finished the beginning bullshit to get hooked up with better software, and started grinding a bit. Shawshank is playing like he’s CyberKeanu. I haven’t gotten too much into the nitty gritty, but I fully expect to be avoiding battle the same way I always do: a futuristic stealth archer. If I can’t be a stealth archer, then I’ll play like I played “AC: Black Flag”: whatever the hacking version of dart guns with berserk darts is.

We went across the street for dinner with Shawshank‘s mom. Shawshank set up her bedroom Roku so she can watch Netflix and Prime stuff off the TV in there, and hung up a curtain in her front room. We made plans to (maybe) make another long drive this week if/when she picks up her new sewing machine.

I’m back to work today. I worked a little on some overlays for OBS yesterday, and I have grand plans of turning one of the spare Ipads into a big control deck. Who knows what the week has in store for me? Probably a bunch of weirdos.

[Current Mood | drained ]

Hello, Sunday. We’re awake. Podrick jumped on Shawshank‘s stomach and solidly woke up the household. He tried to let me sleep (Shawshank, not Pod), but I wasn’t able to do much more than barely doze. Podrick curled up on my ribs at one point.

I was able to start “Cyberpunk 77” yesterday. After about an hour of character creation, I was in the game, going through another hour of cut scenes and tutorials. Shawshank came home from work, watched me finish up the tutorials and save, then played his own file. I moved on to playing “Balatro” on the iPad, where I’m trying to unlock all the decks and jokers we’ve had on the other devices.

Today is his only day off until Thursday, so we’re doing homebody shit.

[Current Mood | drained ]

[Listening To | the dulcet tones of Keith Morrison describing heinous crimes ]

Hello, world. It’s another morning, and it looks sunny. There were some pretty fucking dramatic skies out there. Much like yesterday, I woke up early, but didn’t really sleep again. Podrick was pretty cuddly, climbing across me and headbutting my jaw before finding a position that let him stretch out and keep his paws on my pillow. He’s really started to spend more time on the bed while we’re sleeping over the last month. He likes a small spot by my feet, but there have been a couple of occasions where he’s settled close beside us.

Yesterday’s lack of sleep fucked the entire day. I was in the worst mood. Everything irritated me. I needed to eat lunch but didn’t want anything. My soda tasted too sweet. I played “Witcher” when the Switch was fully charged, but I’m at a point where I’m too low to do much with quests other than accept them. I need to go grind out a couple of levels on wolves and drowners or something.

Shawshank came home, and I switched to playing “Balatro” on the iPad while he played “Cyberpunk” until dinner was ready. Wrestling started way later than expected. I pulled out my needlework project intending to start some background work, only to discover I’d already started the background…. just not with the stitch I’d decided to do. Restraining myself from throwing the whole project like a frisbee, I worked on cutting the work out, and it took much longer than I anticipated. I could have transferred the design to a whole new piece of fabric and restarted the damned thing in less time.

Even as we were going to bed, things were determined to piss me off. I put a drink in the fridge and smacked my knuckles on the shelf.

Hopefully today is better. I haven’t spent half my morning on autopilot, which is already an improvement over yesterday.