[Current Mood | drained ]

[Listening To | rich white dude on tv, talking golf ]

Hello, friends. It’s Tuesday morning. Taco Tuesday, if that’s your thing.

It’s been a typical morning, so I won’t bore my 3 readers and the army of bots with the details. I was treated to plenty of cuddles.

Last night was awful on Chaturbate. My room languished at the bottom of the rankings all night. I had one tipper, a guy who had been in my room on Saturday as well. He tipped, but not enough for me to deal with. Saturday night, I asked him not to call me “mommy”. I guess I give off the mommy-vibes, which I’m fine with, because it’s not something I actively control. I blocked the word in general chat, because it’s at least a 50/50 chance they’re gonna make it weird, but I can’t block them from putting it in tip notes. I asked him not to on Saturday, and he was fine (with one slip up) after that. He started up last night and I wasn’t having it. I told him not to do it again or I’d kick him, he acknowledged it, then did it again and left. Whatever, dude. Thank you for $0.30.

I logged out, broke.

It didn’t help that I’m experimenting with my room’s hashtags again. Chaturbate and its ever-evolving algorithm demands constant trial and error. I had a little visitor tracker I used before all the upgrades, which was good for seeing actual numbers, but I was using a touch screen that was within easy reach back then. If I can’t figure out a way to keep the touch screen laptop within reach, I’ll have to modify the tracker so I can quickly trigger it with keystrokes tonight.

[Current Mood | blah ]

[Listening To | weather, and it's all bad ]

G’day, cunts. Aside from waking up early and feeling damp, I’ve had a nice morning of cuddles from my boys. I’m fairly certain the first time Podrick came in was after 4am, and Shawshank yelled at him to get away from the window. Pod left the bed for the time being. Some time later, he returned, skipping the window entirely and coming up to my pillow to make his demands. I didn’t check the time, I just accepted the furry 20lb mass on my chest and cuddled him. When he left, I dozed for another hour. Pod came back around for second snuggles, and by that time I was warmer, and more awake. I wrapped my arms around him, petting and whispering to him.

As planned, we did nothing yesterday. Shawshank played “San Andreas” and made brunch. I made french toast. While Shawshank played, I added some more random “atmosphere” to some of my cam stuff. There are a few overlays that I use to create the whole “ancient TV signal” vibe, which I can either easily swap out, or update on their own. My menu overlay – controlled by an HTML file – has a “hotline status” and “latest prophesy” section, both spitting out something random via JavaScript. I also have a small ticker crawl at the bottom of the screen, which scrolls silly disclaimers and “caller reviews”. That’s handled with a plain text file; I swap between three of them to keep things fresh. I added a bunch of shit to 🌈all the things🌈, so there’s less repetition.

I capped off the night with a soak in the tub, because this is a full, 5-day week for us both, and I expect it will feel longer.

[Current Mood | drained ]

[Listening To | Pod making noise *again* ]

The day started with a bang: Podrick being launched off the bed and at the wall at about 4am. I don’t know what he did, maybe he jumped on Shawshank‘s legs or something while trying to reach me for the usual cuddles, but that’s how things started. Pod’s been active, which means he’s making noise, which means it hasn’t been a good morning.

Since we had a mini-vacation, I was determined that I’d be logged in and ready to stream on time yesterday. The replacement for my failing ring light came in on Friday, with loads more settings and options, and I expected to tinker a bit to find the “right” lighting. Fortunately, it didn’t take too long to find something that worked, and I was on at my regular time.

Stream went ok. I used the cell data for a while, then they throttled me and I had to switch to the wifi. My stream formats are pretty simple: I log in, I take the curlers out of my hair, and I start pulling/reading cards as people come in. The cards are still the cheater set I have, and while I’m definitely getting better at recognizing and reading them, I absolutely run on vibes.

I definitely don’t tell the dudes which card is for them, or what I’m doing. You come in, you get a card. Done. Sometimes I spice it up a bit. Card says they’re faced with a choice? Left hand or right. Card represents a loyal and devoted guy? Sounds like a simp to me. Signs point to a man ruled by logic and routine? Nope, sorry, looks like you’re a predictable, boring fuck.

I ended up streaming for about 5 hours. I’ve been making a point to take breaks every 90 minutes or so– long enough to pee, pet Podrick, and maybe take a couple of rips off the bong. Just getting up and walking helps more than anything, I think. Being able to put up the BRB screen and run off for 3-5 minutes is wonderful.

We’re off today, and we’re not leaving the house. Shawshank will do the laundry and make us brunch. Next week is going to be long.

Good morning, and happy fucking Saturday. It doesn’t feel like a true Saturday, not to me. For one thing, there’s no crime shows on TV. Real news was on when we got out of bed, surprisingly. Then a random anchor from the JV team broke in to tell us Iran had closed the straight again, but don’t pay attention to that, here’s a re-enactment of a Revolutionary War maritime chase.

Yesterday was nice. The weather wasn’t awful, just a little cloudy. Shawshank played “GTA: San Andreas” all afternoon while I stitched. Eventually, I crashed, and had a 45 minute couch nap. Late in the afternoon, we drove Shawshank‘s parents out to Slightly BiggerTown to pick up their truck from the mechanics. They treated us to dinner at a sit-down restaurant.

The rest of the night was pretty quiet. I put some dye in my hair and stitched while we watched wrestling and “Grey’s Anatomy“.

Project Updates:

• I finished the leaves around the bee, and I’ve moved on to the flowers. I take back what I said about the template the other day. Yes, it’s less complicated than the sunset, but the leaves were bullshit and the honeycombs are wack at the bottom of the canvas.
• For the last couple of days, I’ve been working on a template to put in the giant hoop I bought at the yard sale, and I think I’ve finally got it the way I want and ready to print. I can’t work on it yet– I have one kit and another template I’ve already traced onto fabric ahead of it in the project queue, and I don’t want to be that person with a bunch of half-finished projects and a shitload of “someday” things.

The sun is out, and we’re both back to work tonight. We’ll see how dry my hair is by lunch time, decide if it’s a wig day or not, and get back on the bean.

[Current Mood | okay ]

[Listening To | more news because the world is on fire ]

Good morning, y’all. Welcome to the morning show. We’re sitting under a gloom warning today, with dreary skies and wet ground. I woke up early, reset some sleep noise, and dozed between cuddle-visits from Podrick. When he started fucking with things on the TV stand, I got out of bed to deal with it.

We left the house yesterday. I put on real clothes and we drove out to BiggerTown to check out their secondhand shop. I’ve said it before, but I love that shop. It was probably a small business with a few offices at one point, and now every room is filled with treasures. I found a couple of nighties. Shawshank found a hoodie at the store across the street, then we picked up lunch and went home.

BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!

It was Thursday, which meant TonyTown’s secondhand shop was open! TWO THRIFT SHOPS IN ONE DAY! After a break to eat lunch and let Shawshank start “GTA: San Andreas“, we went out again. I found another set of hot curlers, and a tiny robot that doubles as a bluetooth speaker and dances with music. According to what I’ve seen online, there used to be an app available to control and program dance routines for it. Whatever. For $1, I was happy enough making it dance to “Mr. Roboto” for three minutes.

We spent the rest of the day doing our own things: Shawshank playing video games, and me scrolling through Reddit and working on my needlework. I finished the bee and its honeycomb, then moved on to the leaves. Sorry, you don’t get an updated picture. The light sucks this morning.

Stuff is happening today. It’s Shawshank‘s last day off, and I think we’ll be doing some vehicle shuffling with his parents, then driving out to Slightly BiggerTown later to pick up a loaner truck.