Hello, world. We’re over the hump and moving into the home stretch of the week. I woke up at the regular time and did some editing under the blankets while letting everyone else sleep. Chaucer woke up briefly to yell at me, but didn’t move. TinyTown is gray, and Pippin is warming her ass on the coffee pot. She’s sitting there, screaming.
I spent the hour or two after Shawshank went to work 🌶working🌶. I feel like it takes me nearly as long to prep as it does to actually produce the content. I’m setting up my ring light, staging my area, then I have to actually do the content. At the end of it all, reverse the process and put my clothes back on. I streamed on Tiktok, but got a restriction for “undisclosed paid content”. I’d love to know what part of me sitting on the floor with a slack-jawed gamer face the AI overlords think someone is paying me to do.
Florida made it through major hurricane #2 for the season last night, taking a direct hit from Milton. Power started going out as things got bad, right around sunset. I watched some of the news footage until dinner, but it’s not like the correspondents can really report on much after dark. While I love me some disaster films, I think encouraging your journalists and/or weatherfolk into the thick of it is unnecessarily stupid.
Shawshank has today off. I’m hoping to play some Echoes of Wisdom and get un-stuck from the dungeon I’m in. I’ll have to be human, and we’ll need to figure out dinner, but otherwise its a pretty low-key day here in town.
