I am, as always, the only person in the world who still plays The Sims 1. Here is something weird I JUST noticed about this one neighborhood:



Now, those names are the surnames of families in the neighborhood, and all the non-grayed-out ones are the families that were randomly generated for this neighborhood as part of the Vacation expansion pack. And, uh. Am I the only one who sees a pattern here? They don't all fit, but enough do that I'm kind of boggling a bit.

Also: today in Kingdom Of Loathing I got a spooky hockey mask! I believe this calls for the excessive emoticon usage of which I was briefly quite fond about two or three years ago, so :D :D :D :D

Now we are going to watch some Babylon 5 on hulu. I never, ever watched B5 when it was on the teevee -- I'm a Star Trek fan, born and bred, and there's historically only been room for one giant rotating space station in my heart -- but turns out that this is pretty good too! I had no idea it was so FUNNY. Well, in between all the blah blah plot blah drama blah. "At the hour of scampering" indeed!

This is sort of a continuation of another post, from long long ago, that I am too lazy to look for, plus the image it was composed of would be broken since it is on my server which is MIA until we switch to SBC. Mmm, acronyms.

At any rate:

The furniture is just there so I can show the screenshot to Becky; the important part is the... punchbowl.

Yes.

The punchbowl of death.

Don't get what I'm on about? Take a look at my first crack at this object's appearance:


And if you still don't get it, then ( clicky... )

Yes, it works as you might expect it would.

Months ago I had my brother download Firefox onto the family machine (maurice), and family used it for a bit, but then decided that they liked IE better and so switched back.

Now, surprise surprise! -- they're a bit sick of getting 4,512,732,948 popups for every page they MEANT to load, and suddenly Firefox looks like a good idea to them. maurice is also no doubt riddled with spyware; they definitely have at least one hijacker on there, plus it might be spyware that's to blame for the fact that IE didn't seem to want to take clicks from AIM. So I got brother to download teh browsar of güd, and hopefully I can get them to use it exclusively, and also get brother to download and run Spybot or something.

Of course, maybe I should just have them install VNC and then I can just haxx0r maurice and do everything from here instead of having to deal with stuff like
The Jennybork: Type into its address bar this address:
The Jennybork: http://getfirefox.com
The Jennybork: Don't click.
The Jennybork: Just type it manually.
[...]
Brother: why shouldnt i click
The Jennybork: I'm thinking your browser and your IM client aren't playing nice with each other.
Brother: how do i get to that website then
The Jennybork: Type it into the address bar!
Brother: you still there
The Jennybork: Yeah.
Brother: how do i get to the third link then
The Jennybork: Type. It. Into. The address bar.
The Jennybork: Of your browser.
The Jennybork: Like I keep saying.
Brother: i know
Brother: how am i supposed to access the link if i cant click



Further note to self: nerrrrrrrrrrrrrrd

Also! -- I have been working on skinning Sims 1 trollops. For instance:

BOOBIES


That is all.

new (small) section to Upside-Down Sims and boy do I need to finish up the dormrat set as well as get to work on the set surrounding this thing

plus HOW COME NOBODY RESPONDS TO *MY* WEIRD RANDOM SHORT POSTS DAMMIT BRIAN I AM LOOKING IN YOUR DIRECTION

Yesterday I stayed up for 25 hours straight on five hours sleep. By about 18 hours in I was very, very, very silly. By the end I figured I'd just go to bed 'cause hey, it was 9 at night, I was tired, why not. Even though I could've gone longer. It was weird, actually feeling the exhaustion turn my brain into mush and yet still being quite able to continue.

Today I found a puppy in the parking lot. It was a cute little brown-and-white thing that came up near me when I was tossing the trash in the dumpster, and when I turned it shied away a bit, but then I talked to it a bit and it came up to me and let me pick it up. I had no idea who it belonged to; collar, but no tags. So I took it to the apartment complex office, and they called around a bit but couldn't figure out who it belonged to either, and eventually I left it with them. Poor puppy. I don't tend to like dogs, but this was a good one. It barely squirmed at all while an utter stranger carried it all over the place in the cold. Its owners should be ashamed, letting it get loose and not being out looking for it so that some random person had to find it.

I watched all three Evil Dead movies, two times each, normal and commentary (and AoD an extra time, with mecha), in 24 hours a couple days ago. So now, naturally, I'm working on putting a working Necronomicon into the world of the Sims. They read it, pondering quietly to themselves, losing logic points all the while, and then when they're done they're supposed to ponder a bit and then realize what they've done and begin screaming and thrashing. So far they refuse to ponder before launching into the thrashing, despite the fact that SimAntics is a language of goto calls and the command flow very clearly puts the ponder animation before the thrash ones. It's driving me mad.

I also want them to run away and wash their hands after reading, but they don't seem to want to do that either. I think I need to go look at some toilet code instead of just the globals, maybe there's something there I can use.

I am a nerd.

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The Rose House following eventually. You can see previews of the objects in the walls-and-floors screenshots, though, because I am evil. Or something.

Not sure I like this couch, either. But I bet just toning down the coloration a bit would help.

I have made/am making some furniture for my trollops. The curious can see things ( behind this cut. )

I also recolored the General Tomayo chair to look like a medium-gray version of the white iron Unleashed chair.

I will share these files with anyone who might want 'em.

My hand hurts a bit.