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I thought this was hilarious. Mecha didn't get it. Nobody understands my genius.
picture xposted from mah tumblr
I thought this was hilarious. Mecha didn't get it. Nobody understands my genius.
picture xposted from mah tumblr
I created a tumblr recently to serve mainly as a holding tank for things on tumblr that I like, and I finally decided I needed an avatar that wasn't a default blue person.
I have excellent posture.
(If not for the very small size it needed to be at, the shirt would have had, instead of a graphic, the words "STAR OR TREE?" Nobody but me would get it, but it would have been hilarious.)
I have excellent posture.
(If not for the very small size it needed to be at, the shirt would have had, instead of a graphic, the words "STAR OR TREE?" Nobody but me would get it, but it would have been hilarious.)
So yesterday was Nightmare On Chicago Street, an outdoor Halloween festival thing put on by the city of Elgin, Illinois. The ZRC has gone there three years running now, to stand in a booth and talk to people about zombie rights and make protest signs for volunteers to go picketing with. We had ten signs this year, which was still not enough.
NOCS is great because first of all, it's zombie-themed, and second of all it's not too far of a drive, and third of all the organizers always always decorate it awesome, even if the continued "post-zombie-apocalypse" kinda theme does smack of anti-undead prejudice. Plus, unlike the yearly Halloween party here in Madison, people are allowed to bring in dangerous weapons like yardsticks*, so you get to see some wonderfully creative costumes wandering around.
So we had our booth, and we decorated it with streamers and balloons and strings of lights, because zombie rights are a cause for festiveness. To procure those streamers and balloons and lights we went to our local Wal-Mart, which apparently believes in non-gender-conforming children's costumes.
(Girl's costumes: scary masks, wigs, fake beards.)
(Boy's costumes: Spider-Man, ninjas, Pixie Fairy, Pink Skeleton.)
Good job, local Wal-Mart!
And whether it was the decorations, the warm atmosphere of zombie acceptance, or just the free candy we gave to all zombies or zombie supporters, we wound up having a lot of people stop by to talk! And even a lot who bought things! Including the new shirt that we debuted at Horror Hound, where it didn't even get very many comments of "that's cute", let alone sales! But last night we sold SIX of them. So now six more of these:
are out there in the wild.
(And some of our other shirts, too, but this is the one that I think has the best art so it makes me happy to see it get sold.)
So basically capitalism is awesome! And also zombies. And Nightmare On Chicago Street. They are all awesome.
And everyone who lives anywhere near Elgin should totally go next year. It's only ten bucks to get in and there are always coffee shops and restaurants that stay open for it and if you get tired of walking around at any point then I will let you sit down at my booth.
The end!
*The last time we went to Madison's Freakfest, we had to disassemble our protest signs in order to be allowed to enter. These signs are posterboard stapled to yardsticks. The yardsticks were too dangerous.
The yardsticks. Were. Too dangerous. Because the security guy running that entrance has a grandkid who could put his eye out on such a thing.
They also didn't allow any of those plastic tridents, scythes, brooms, etc, which are frequent parts of children's costumes. Because they were too dangerous.
Oddly enough? That year we saw far fewer interesting or creative costumes than the years prior. Anything that was the least bit complex or pointy had to be dumped in a trash barrel and retrieved on the way back out, always assuming, of course, that nobody else took it first.
And so we never went back to Freakfest again.
NOCS is great because first of all, it's zombie-themed, and second of all it's not too far of a drive, and third of all the organizers always always decorate it awesome, even if the continued "post-zombie-apocalypse" kinda theme does smack of anti-undead prejudice. Plus, unlike the yearly Halloween party here in Madison, people are allowed to bring in dangerous weapons like yardsticks*, so you get to see some wonderfully creative costumes wandering around.
So we had our booth, and we decorated it with streamers and balloons and strings of lights, because zombie rights are a cause for festiveness. To procure those streamers and balloons and lights we went to our local Wal-Mart, which apparently believes in non-gender-conforming children's costumes.
(Girl's costumes: scary masks, wigs, fake beards.)
(Boy's costumes: Spider-Man, ninjas, Pixie Fairy, Pink Skeleton.)
Good job, local Wal-Mart!
And whether it was the decorations, the warm atmosphere of zombie acceptance, or just the free candy we gave to all zombies or zombie supporters, we wound up having a lot of people stop by to talk! And even a lot who bought things! Including the new shirt that we debuted at Horror Hound, where it didn't even get very many comments of "that's cute", let alone sales! But last night we sold SIX of them. So now six more of these:
are out there in the wild.
(And some of our other shirts, too, but this is the one that I think has the best art so it makes me happy to see it get sold.)
So basically capitalism is awesome! And also zombies. And Nightmare On Chicago Street. They are all awesome.
And everyone who lives anywhere near Elgin should totally go next year. It's only ten bucks to get in and there are always coffee shops and restaurants that stay open for it and if you get tired of walking around at any point then I will let you sit down at my booth.
The end!
*The last time we went to Madison's Freakfest, we had to disassemble our protest signs in order to be allowed to enter. These signs are posterboard stapled to yardsticks. The yardsticks were too dangerous.
The yardsticks. Were. Too dangerous. Because the security guy running that entrance has a grandkid who could put his eye out on such a thing.
They also didn't allow any of those plastic tridents, scythes, brooms, etc, which are frequent parts of children's costumes. Because they were too dangerous.
Oddly enough? That year we saw far fewer interesting or creative costumes than the years prior. Anything that was the least bit complex or pointy had to be dumped in a trash barrel and retrieved on the way back out, always assuming, of course, that nobody else took it first.
And so we never went back to Freakfest again.
So I log into my yahoo mail and
nooooo getting to avoid the where-did-it-move-my-email-now game is LITERALLY THE ONLY REASON aside from inertia that I still use this account instead of giving up and going over to gmail so mecha will stop bugging me about not checking my gmail calendarrrrr D: D: D:
Whew. Okay. Crisis averted, you guys.
Obligatory. Via Victor, years back, I'm pretty sure.
nooooo getting to avoid the where-did-it-move-my-email-now game is LITERALLY THE ONLY REASON aside from inertia that I still use this account instead of giving up and going over to gmail so mecha will stop bugging me about not checking my gmail calendarrrrr D: D: D:
Whew. Okay. Crisis averted, you guys.
Obligatory. Via Victor, years back, I'm pretty sure.
Making sauces and then friends
Oct. 8th, 2013 08:36 pmMe: [driving home from a cooking class at Willy Street Co-Op, going 45 in a 35 zone because seriously nobody is around except the guy behind me]
Guy behind me: [begins tailgating]
Me: [makes standard response to being tailgated: slow down by 5mph until they back off]
Guy behind me: [tailgates even harder]
Me: ...really? [slows down another 5mph, thus now going the speed limit]
Guy behind me: [glues himself to my ass and turns on his brights (which, since he's in a giant SUV, are actually high enough that they aren't completely blinding me like his regular headlights were)]
Me: .....
Guy behind me: [guns it, whips around me in the opposing lane, gets ahead of me and then slams on his brakes so hard that a cloud of smoke rises from his tires, before zooming off into the night]
Me: [taps gently on brakes to not run into guy-now-ahead-of-me, then continues on way]
Wow, you guys. He sure showed me.
Also, yay cooking class! I didn't have to do any of the work and I still got to taste a bunch of yummy French sauces. And we took the mushroomy sauce home!
Guy behind me: [begins tailgating]
Me: [makes standard response to being tailgated: slow down by 5mph until they back off]
Guy behind me: [tailgates even harder]
Me: ...really? [slows down another 5mph, thus now going the speed limit]
Guy behind me: [glues himself to my ass and turns on his brights (which, since he's in a giant SUV, are actually high enough that they aren't completely blinding me like his regular headlights were)]
Me: .....
Guy behind me: [guns it, whips around me in the opposing lane, gets ahead of me and then slams on his brakes so hard that a cloud of smoke rises from his tires, before zooming off into the night]
Me: [taps gently on brakes to not run into guy-now-ahead-of-me, then continues on way]
Wow, you guys. He sure showed me.
Also, yay cooking class! I didn't have to do any of the work and I still got to taste a bunch of yummy French sauces. And we took the mushroomy sauce home!
Once upon a time I realized that I was apparently writing a book. And I wrote it and wrote it, and sometimes it was all I wanted to do and other times I avoided it for days or weeks because I was in a hard part and I didn't want to have to dig myself out. And then apparently the last time I did anything on it was... um... last May.
And the days and weeks piled up, and turned into a month, and then two, but I kept telling myself that it didn't mean the book was dead. I was in the middle, you know? The middle is lame. The middle is boring. The middle is the hardest part, because the beginning is when you introduce your characters and set things up and you're all super-excited about how things are going to unfold, and then the end is when all the best stuff happens, the guy gets the girl or the heroes defeat the villain or whatever it is that makes the whole book worth writing (or reading) in the first place. Writing the middle sucks. Everyone knows that.
And while I still cared about my characters, and still had all kinds of things in mind for when I got to that super-sweet end bit, my "it's the middle, I'll get back to it once I've had a chance to think about it some more" period was up to five months and counting.
Then last week I handwrote seven pages front-and-back. Almost 4,000 words! And I checked and now the grand total is over 52,000.
That is a lot of words.
It's not like I'm out of the middle yet, because there's still plenty more of it to go. But I proved to myself that I'm not stuck, either.
I also proved to myself that there is DEFINITELY going to have to be some editing of content, since at this rate the entire thing will be like 100k, and that right there is a TOME.
Yaaaay writing.
And the days and weeks piled up, and turned into a month, and then two, but I kept telling myself that it didn't mean the book was dead. I was in the middle, you know? The middle is lame. The middle is boring. The middle is the hardest part, because the beginning is when you introduce your characters and set things up and you're all super-excited about how things are going to unfold, and then the end is when all the best stuff happens, the guy gets the girl or the heroes defeat the villain or whatever it is that makes the whole book worth writing (or reading) in the first place. Writing the middle sucks. Everyone knows that.
And while I still cared about my characters, and still had all kinds of things in mind for when I got to that super-sweet end bit, my "it's the middle, I'll get back to it once I've had a chance to think about it some more" period was up to five months and counting.
Then last week I handwrote seven pages front-and-back. Almost 4,000 words! And I checked and now the grand total is over 52,000.
That is a lot of words.
It's not like I'm out of the middle yet, because there's still plenty more of it to go. But I proved to myself that I'm not stuck, either.
I also proved to myself that there is DEFINITELY going to have to be some editing of content, since at this rate the entire thing will be like 100k, and that right there is a TOME.
Yaaaay writing.
Merrick Legacy, 6.3
Oct. 4th, 2013 07:10 pmSo the United States federal government may be shut down because nobody can agree on what's important to pay for (although OBVIOUSLY we can't delay the You Are Required To Give Money To Private Insurers Even If You Can't Afford To Actindividual mandate portion of the Affordable Care Act, what are you CRAZY, those golden parachutes for insurance company execs aren't gonna build themselves) -- but the Department Of Jenny Playing Sims is always open.
also gonna just say, in general, that any "wait, you disagree with MY political opinions? I thought you were a good person but obviously YOU ARE NOT and I just want you to know that I will NEVER READ YOUR LIVEJOURNAL AGAIN!!!" comments are just gonna result in my lol'ing at your flouncing away like a pouty five-year-old (seriously I've stopped reading LOTS of things because of their authors' viewpoints but it's been a long time since I felt the need to brag to them about it)
BUT ANYWAY
Previous updates are here.
General warning: sometimes I swear.
Last time: Adrian died, which made his whole family sad and also me. Keisha became a child, and Jinx became a teenager; the older teens date some random people, although the most interesting thing that happened there was that Owen dated a llama cultist who was actually dropped off for his sister and also who I'm pretty sure has access to Time Lord technology. Then Kaylynn died, which didn't stop Doc Boy from becoming a criminal mastermind and achieving permaplat aspiration. Keisha hit teen (and rolled Grilled Cheese as her aspiration) in between Doc Boy and Frances both becoming elders; the private school headmaster gave 43 food points to a grilled cheese sandwich; and now I really want to eat grilled cheese. Dammit.
( Man why doesn't this game have cyborgs? Servos don't count. )
Next time: Maddie develops a fetish! New human beings -- fully-clothed adults with dreams and aspirations and everything -- spring suddenly into life in the middle of a dorm building, and nobody cares except for thinking some of them are hot! Then the dorm building mysteriously grows in size (thankfully not with horrific results) and still nobody seems to care! Sandwiches are eaten! Hearts are broken! Then everyone graduates, and either goes back to the Merrick house as heir, or goes into the sim bin to probably be mostly ignored.
also gonna just say, in general, that any "wait, you disagree with MY political opinions? I thought you were a good person but obviously YOU ARE NOT and I just want you to know that I will NEVER READ YOUR LIVEJOURNAL AGAIN!!!" comments are just gonna result in my lol'ing at your flouncing away like a pouty five-year-old (seriously I've stopped reading LOTS of things because of their authors' viewpoints but it's been a long time since I felt the need to brag to them about it)
BUT ANYWAY
Previous updates are here.
General warning: sometimes I swear.
Last time: Adrian died, which made his whole family sad and also me. Keisha became a child, and Jinx became a teenager; the older teens date some random people, although the most interesting thing that happened there was that Owen dated a llama cultist who was actually dropped off for his sister and also who I'm pretty sure has access to Time Lord technology. Then Kaylynn died, which didn't stop Doc Boy from becoming a criminal mastermind and achieving permaplat aspiration. Keisha hit teen (and rolled Grilled Cheese as her aspiration) in between Doc Boy and Frances both becoming elders; the private school headmaster gave 43 food points to a grilled cheese sandwich; and now I really want to eat grilled cheese. Dammit.
( Man why doesn't this game have cyborgs? Servos don't count. )
Next time: Maddie develops a fetish! New human beings -- fully-clothed adults with dreams and aspirations and everything -- spring suddenly into life in the middle of a dorm building, and nobody cares except for thinking some of them are hot! Then the dorm building mysteriously grows in size (thankfully not with horrific results) and still nobody seems to care! Sandwiches are eaten! Hearts are broken! Then everyone graduates, and either goes back to the Merrick house as heir, or goes into the sim bin to probably be mostly ignored.
Merrick Legacy, 6.2
Sep. 21st, 2013 05:40 pmSo I've been using a giant laptop as my desktop replacement for years now, and putting up with its 17" screen (which is great for a laptop, but not that great for a desktop). Did you know that the entire time, we had a 24" monitor going unused in the basement? Because we did. For years. Just about exactly twice as much screen real estate, completely unused. But eventually I remembered that this was the case and we hooked it up to my computer! And now everything looks tiny because I have a choice of exactly one resolution that fits the monitor and that resolution is "a butt-ton by an ass-load". Which is why I've decided to start making the pictures in these posts just a little bigger.
Also, my Sims game runs at a bigger window size now, which is kind of cool. It was actually always set to run at 1366x768, and I never realized it was a bit shorter and quite a bit narrower than that until just now. That doesn't kick in until next update, though.
Previous entries are here.
General warning: sometimes I swear.
Last time: Doc Boy and Frances J. Worthington III got married! They each had a baby, but then the babies turned out to not really exist. Instead they had three babies. And eventually two more! Doc Boy's want to top the criminal career, and Frances's want to top the law enforcement career, somehow failed to spawn a wacky sitcom. The nanny was horrible and my Terminator reference wasn't much better. Maddie and twins Owen and Lisa became teenagers, and got a series of pretty crappy dates from the matchmaker; Jinx hit child and youngest Keisha became a toddler. Then I stopped playing for a while in an attempt to avoid the inevitable.
( some text here )
Next time: Ghosts! Mystical powers! SCIENCE!!! Somebody gets pregnant... and somebody dies. Also, Yig Hall comes back for a repeat performance.
Also, my Sims game runs at a bigger window size now, which is kind of cool. It was actually always set to run at 1366x768, and I never realized it was a bit shorter and quite a bit narrower than that until just now. That doesn't kick in until next update, though.
Previous entries are here.
General warning: sometimes I swear.
Last time: Doc Boy and Frances J. Worthington III got married! They each had a baby, but then the babies turned out to not really exist. Instead they had three babies. And eventually two more! Doc Boy's want to top the criminal career, and Frances's want to top the law enforcement career, somehow failed to spawn a wacky sitcom. The nanny was horrible and my Terminator reference wasn't much better. Maddie and twins Owen and Lisa became teenagers, and got a series of pretty crappy dates from the matchmaker; Jinx hit child and youngest Keisha became a toddler. Then I stopped playing for a while in an attempt to avoid the inevitable.
( some text here )
Next time: Ghosts! Mystical powers! SCIENCE!!! Somebody gets pregnant... and somebody dies. Also, Yig Hall comes back for a repeat performance.
[We've had a CSA leek in the fridge since Wednesday, so I decided we should make leek-and-potato soup. Then mecha came home tonight with the ingredients for the soup, plus a bunch more leeks. I asked him why he got more leeks; he replied that he had decided he would use most of them tomorrow for soup, and use the remaining one tonight for something else.]
Me: "Oh really? For what?"
[mecha, putting groceries away, doesn't answer]
Me: "What, is it a secret?"
[still no answer]
Me: [extremely exuberant] "Is it a LEEKCRET?!"
Mecha: "Well, now you don't get any."
But he did eventually tell me, so I guess it wasn't a leekcret.
Me: "Oh really? For what?"
[mecha, putting groceries away, doesn't answer]
Me: "What, is it a secret?"
[still no answer]
Me: [extremely exuberant] "Is it a LEEKCRET?!"
Mecha: "Well, now you don't get any."
But he did eventually tell me, so I guess it wasn't a leekcret.
We just checked the mailbox for the first time in a few days (as is our wont), and found within it a check, made out to the previous owner of our house, from one "Magna Publications". Apparently she's a freelance author?
Anyway. Our reactions were as follows.
Mecha: "I wonder what kind of publisher Magna Publications is."
[beat]
Me: Porn.
Mecha: Porn.
Anyway. Our reactions were as follows.
Mecha: "I wonder what kind of publisher Magna Publications is."
[beat]
Me: Porn.
Mecha: Porn.
Here we are again... driving.
Sep. 6th, 2013 04:13 pmWe were toolin' along I74 just past the Indiana state line, and we passed an area where clothes were strewn across both eastbound lanes -- jeans and shirts probably and I don't know what.
And Mecha commented, "I guess there was a miniature Rapture and God wanted the car too."
I laughed.
Onward to Indy! We are ZRC-vending at HorrorHound.
And Mecha commented, "I guess there was a miniature Rapture and God wanted the car too."
I laughed.
Onward to Indy! We are ZRC-vending at HorrorHound.
I was going to make an LJ post griping about something not very important; had it all typed out and everything. Then I was setting tags on it and wanted to refresh my memory as to what I'd used a couple of my existing tags for in the past. So I wound up reading some of the most recent entries on those tags.
Which included a bunch of posts I made in the months after Chris died.
I... I think I care a bit less about that thing I was going to post about, now. After all, there was a time when I could lose the dude I fully intended to marry and still, technically, in aggregate, have my life be on the upswing.
Perspective is a hell of a thing.
Also I have an entertaining-in-retrospect story about Chicago trying to kill us this weekend, which I will probably share when I am feeling more like being funny.
Which included a bunch of posts I made in the months after Chris died.
I... I think I care a bit less about that thing I was going to post about, now. After all, there was a time when I could lose the dude I fully intended to marry and still, technically, in aggregate, have my life be on the upswing.
Perspective is a hell of a thing.
Also I have an entertaining-in-retrospect story about Chicago trying to kill us this weekend, which I will probably share when I am feeling more like being funny.
Man, there's so much stuff up here.
Aug. 26th, 2013 11:15 pm
I actually finished these yesterday (complete with higher-res texture!) but I'm dithering over whether to upload them to Mod The Sims or Garden Of Shadows. Al...though... GOS seems to have turned into a domain parking page since Saturday so maybe that answers the question for me? Huh.
Anyway. Titlecard image is titlecardy! Meanwhile, my game is full of 20 of these stairs + 20 of another set of stairs + soon to be 20 of the third set of stairs that are the mirror image of the second set and then I can bundle up sets 2 and 3 together.
STAAAAIRS.
That's all. I'm going to bed now.
Meaningless accomplishment!
Aug. 23rd, 2013 11:43 pm
I got tired of not being able to find these stairs in these colors... so I decided to do it myself. Even if it means dealing with kind of bizarre texture mapping, which I can't find any tutorials on how to change without having a 3D modeling program and that's more effort than I feel like putting in.
Next I'll have to do these stairs probably.
Yaaaay colors.
I snark because I love. Well, sometimes.
Aug. 19th, 2013 06:32 pmDear staffing agency that landed me my awesome job:
Look, I'm not trying to be mean here. You guys are super good. That is why I actually bothered to fill out the survey you sent me, and why I rated you 10 on every question except one (because technically you did also try to match me up with another job, which required someone who was really good at coding for sharepoint when I have never done that ever).
And I understand that sometimes a person just wants to set a comment textbox to not allow any special characters (even if they don't bother displaying an "alphanumeric characters only please" message until AFTER the user submits a comment).
But in no sane world is the common apostrophe a special character.
Love,
me.
Look, I'm not trying to be mean here. You guys are super good. That is why I actually bothered to fill out the survey you sent me, and why I rated you 10 on every question except one (because technically you did also try to match me up with another job, which required someone who was really good at coding for sharepoint when I have never done that ever).
And I understand that sometimes a person just wants to set a comment textbox to not allow any special characters (even if they don't bother displaying an "alphanumeric characters only please" message until AFTER the user submits a comment).
But in no sane world is the common apostrophe a special character.
Love,
me.
Sometimes I don't get this game.
Aug. 18th, 2013 07:32 pmMe: Argh, this house that I just built in Sims 2 costs $33,000, ergo a new family cannot move into it because families only start with 20k. Oh well, I'll delete some furniture and wallpaper and stuff and the eventual tenants can replace it once they get jobs.
House value: [goes down to about 22k]
Me: Okay, I'll delete some walls too. I'll remember where they went, I can put them back later.
House value: [still over 20k]
Me: I'll... delete part of the porch?
House value: [jumps up to 35k]
Me: Dammit! Put the porch back! Put it back!
House value: [down to about 22k again]
Me: ...I'll delete some more unneeded walls? And maybe a couple windows?
House value: [jumps up to 27k again]
Me: Fuckit. I'll put everything back and just use cheats to get someone in here. [rebuilds house exactly as it was, minus an end table, a lamp, and a couple of OMSPs1]
House value: $78,899
...whatever.
1. OMSP: One More Slot Package. It's basically a plain, boring-looking block that is the same height as an in-game object, like a counter or the piano, and it can be clicked on and "recolored" invisible. So if you're like "I want to have this vase of flowers on the piano!" then you put down a piano-height OMSP, put the vase on the OMSP, move the OMSP so it occupies the same spot as the piano, then recolor the OMSP invisible. Now it looks like your vase is on the piano, even though technically it's not.
And now you know.
House value: [goes down to about 22k]
Me: Okay, I'll delete some walls too. I'll remember where they went, I can put them back later.
House value: [still over 20k]
Me: I'll... delete part of the porch?
House value: [jumps up to 35k]
Me: Dammit! Put the porch back! Put it back!
House value: [down to about 22k again]
Me: ...I'll delete some more unneeded walls? And maybe a couple windows?
House value: [jumps up to 27k again]
Me: Fuckit. I'll put everything back and just use cheats to get someone in here. [rebuilds house exactly as it was, minus an end table, a lamp, and a couple of OMSPs1]
House value: $78,899
...whatever.
1. OMSP: One More Slot Package. It's basically a plain, boring-looking block that is the same height as an in-game object, like a counter or the piano, and it can be clicked on and "recolored" invisible. So if you're like "I want to have this vase of flowers on the piano!" then you put down a piano-height OMSP, put the vase on the OMSP, move the OMSP so it occupies the same spot as the piano, then recolor the OMSP invisible. Now it looks like your vase is on the piano, even though technically it's not.
And now you know.
Merrick Legacy, 6.1
Aug. 17th, 2013 07:39 pmWow, generating an actual entry from my plaintext writeup is WAY faster with the new flickr + custom regexp option. That's awesome. Cake-level awesome.
Previous entries are here.
General warning: sometimes I swear.
Last time: Arlene, Lyman and Doc Boy had all the college sex ever! In some cases with the same guy! Eww. Also, I finally picked Doc Boy as the heir, and mister Frances J. Worthington III as his husband-to-be! And then they knocked each other up and made me want to kill everything ever. It was a tumultuous time, is what I'm sayin'.
( In which my not having Bon Voyage and thus not being able to send the family to vacation in Y'ha-nthlei is a lost opportunity )
Next time: death and the grim march thereto. Also, cake.
Previous entries are here.
General warning: sometimes I swear.
Last time: Arlene, Lyman and Doc Boy had all the college sex ever! In some cases with the same guy! Eww. Also, I finally picked Doc Boy as the heir, and mister Frances J. Worthington III as his husband-to-be! And then they knocked each other up and made me want to kill everything ever. It was a tumultuous time, is what I'm sayin'.
( In which my not having Bon Voyage and thus not being able to send the family to vacation in Y'ha-nthlei is a lost opportunity )
Next time: death and the grim march thereto. Also, cake.
Merrick Legacy Spares, gen 3
Aug. 17th, 2013 01:02 am
Note: this is the spares update for, and should be read after, generation 3.
Previous entries are here.
General warning: sometimes I swear.
The heir for generation 3 was Michael, and there was no spouse because he was a Romance sim and could never, ever be tied down, man, it's like this bird you cannot change, you dig me? The mainline kids were Drew, Adrian, Toby, Aldo and Kurt; they all had different moms except for Toby and Kurt who managed to be full siblings. This is the spares update, with Michael's sibs and their offspring. Most of it was written as I was playing, some months ago.
( Long entry is long. )
