slammerkinbabe: (!silly (ecstasy hat))
SIMS WHY ARE YOU TERRIBLE YOU MAKE MY LIFE TERRIBLE I HATE YOU.*

In the Heights: WHO went out with Yolanda? )

Phantom of the Opera: STARVE FOR ME, MY ANGEL OF MUSIC )

_________________________


*BLATANTLY FALSE or else I would stop playing, right? BUT
**Which he didn't, for those of you catching up at home.
***NB: The reason that Christine and Raoul are "Absent-Minded" and "Clumsy" is that "Stupid" is not an option, and that was the closest I could get.
slammerkinbabe: (!pathetic (will cuddle))
GUYS

OMG GUYS, THERE IS A TRAGEDY

BECAUSE

00 MORREU POR CHOQUE EL√ČTRICO

D: D: D:

!

SHE DIED TRYING TO FIX HER REFRIGERATOR

SO SHE WOULDN'T HAVE TO STEAL EVERYTHING FROM ANA ALL THE TIME

SHE DIED IN PURSUIT OF VIRTUE AND MORALITY, GUYS

YOU SHOULD BE MOURNING

ARE YOU MOURNING?
slammerkinbabe: (!hrm)
So! Sims 3. Here are things about it.

I do not have the money for Sims 3 on the computer -- well, correction; we probably could swing it if I really cared to buy it, but I don't. My Sims obsession is very intermittent anyway, so if we bought Sims 3, two things could happen: one, I could find that I didn't like it much more than Sims 2, in which case it would be a waste, or two, I could find that I liked it much more than Sims 2 and would wind up wasting tons of time playing it, in which case it would be more than a waste. Basically there's no upside to upgrading, so we're not.

Lately, though, I'm finding myself using actual computers less and less, because my Droid kind of does... everything. Seriously. I can't think offhand of a thing that I have tried to get my Droid to do that it won't do. I do my writing on real computers*, but that's about it. Email, news, Facebook, Twitter, web browsing -- if I used to do it on a computer, I probably do it on the Droid now. I even figured out how to post LJ polls from my Droid the other day! Sweet.

Another excellent side-effect of my Droid addiction is that I now have the attention span of a coked-up fruit fly when it comes to interacting with actual life, so I have to have lots of games to play to fill in any of those tiresome spots in your day where things go a little quiet and you would have had to actually, like, have thoughts and stuff in the pre-technology world. Technology has happily resolved this concern, which is why I have lots of Droid games and why I wound up downloading Sims 3 for the Droid last night. I was kind of pleased with myself, actually. Obviously it's not going to be a match for the real Sims 3 graphically, and I figured a lot of the inventory options and stuff would be scaled down in order to save space, but I wanted to fool around with the new personality options they have (you can give your Sims character traits now! Like real people!...) and the new interactions with other Sims. Plus you can just walk around your neighborhood in Sims 3, and talk to people, and... generally do things not inside your house! This is badass, you guys.

So I downloaded Sims 3. And, you know, it's not a bad adaptation of the game for a cell phone. If you speak Portuguese.

Okay, okay. I don't technically speak Portuguese. But I speak some Spanish, which is almost like Portuguese. And when the game asks you what language you would like to use, English is not an option. Or Spanish. Or Italian. Or French. Or... anything with which I have more familiarity than Portuguese. So! Portuguese it is. Here is what has happened so far:

sims portugu√™s quer que eu tomar cuidado com os macacos )

__________________________________


*Except that sometimes I apparently write fanfiction on the notepad app on my Droid. And I say "apparently" because it seems that I do it WHILE I AM ASLEEP. I've long known that my sleep meds sometimes put me into this weird netherland between sleep and waking where I'm capable of having conversations that I don't remember later, and for awhile I used to have a sleep-tweeting problem, until I put the phone far enough from the bed to break the habit. But the other day I went to make a note in the notepad on my Droid and found three full paragraphs of an In the Heights fanfic1, featuring Vanessa and some OC whose gender I am unsure of because their name is JJ and I never used a pronoun. It doesn't exactly have a stellar plot (Vanessa barges out of the club during the blackout, walks into the spray of a popped hydrant and ruins her shoes, then bumps into this JJ person who I think was on the verge of making some smooth moves except I must have fallen asleep completely about then), but it was created at 1:13 in the morning on a weeknight and I don't remember writing it, which pretty conclusively makes it a sleep-fic. Just... what?

1I've never written ITH fic before, either. I just don't even know.
slammerkinbabe: (!sims (ecstasy hat))
In keeping with my promise to Sim-ify every Broadway show that I can think of between now and when I get bored with Sims:



Have some Wicked.

this is one of the more WTF Sim afternoons I've watched )
slammerkinbabe: (!sims (social bunny))
Oh boy, you guys, oh boy. Spring has sprung, nature is bursting forth in full flower and beauty, gentle breezes play with your hair as you walk to your local CVS to ask for the umpteenth time if they have a new shipment of spring water in yet because your cats don't like boiled pond water and, come right down to it, neither do you. These are the days when the whole world calls you out into the glory of a new season! And so, my friends, I am once again wholly at the mercy of that old, irresistible compulsion. You got it:



It's Broadway Sim obsession time.

Look, guys, I can't explain why this thing eats my head periodically, okay? I don't know why I can go half a year at a time without even knowing where the CD is, and then all of a sudden something flicks over in my head and I spend three days grimly searching the Internet, subsisting on nothing but Diet Coke and a tub of old-fashioned pretzels, to see if maybe somebody has uploaded Bernadette Peters' hair yet. All I know is IT HAPPENS. And so pretty much all of that first paragraph is conjecture, because I have not been going out into the actual spring itself. I have been staring out the window at it in frustration every now and again while I try to figure out where I can get a giant bubble for Galinda.

you know, I wouldn't post these things at all, except I know people actually read them. THEY DO! )

*I was able to eliminate dishwashing from my schedule because the state of Massachusetts told me I wasn't allowed to do it! OH PWN'D WEEKEND CHORES

Sims advice

Aug. 7th, 2009 05:05 pm
slammerkinbabe: (maureen's ecstasy hat)
So if you want to get your child into private school in the Sims, and you invite the headmaster over for a dinner party, do not spend three days studying cuisine in order to learn to cook a top-notch meal, and then forget to order groceries, so that there is nothing in the house to eat.

And if you do do this, don't repeatedly try to send your Sim to make a meal, and get incredibly frustrated when he won't because why is he so stubborn, and only catch on to the fact that there are no groceries when the game itself takes pity on you and reminds you.

And if you then put in an emergency order for groceries, and start trying to make salmon with 45 minutes left in the dinner party, don't set the kitchen on fire.

And if you do, don't wonder wildly why the fire alarm is not working, and then realize that you accidentally installed two burglar alarms and no fire alarm.

And if you do do all of this, and you have a pregnant Sim in the house, don't miscalculate her delivery date and only realize it when she goes into labor in the middle of the fire.

And if you do miscalculate her delivery date and she goes into labor in the middle of the fire, don't have her give birth to twins, not that there was much I could do about that at that stage.

And if all of this happens and there are six minutes left in the party, and your mother-Sim has just disgorged twins onto the kitchen floor, and your father-Sim has just managed to extinguish the fire, leaving him exhausted and trailing clouds of green stink everywhere, and the headmaster is on his way out the door, don't make a last pathetic stab at rescuing the situation by pulling a bowl of mac and cheese out of your inventory and seeing if he will eat it. He won't.

If you do all of these things, the headmaster will determine that you are not the sort of family that should be associated with his fine institution (he'll say it just like that), and your child will not get into private school. Hard on the child, especially if he is a musical prodigy and if he has been studying quietly in his room, in formalwear, through the whole debacle.

Oh well. Twins!

ETA: AND A SPECIAL NOTE OF CAUTION FOR ALL SIM-FATHERS IN THE AUDIENCE: DON'T LEAVE THE SALMON IN THE OVEN UNTIL IT ROTS BLACK AND IS COVERED WITH FLIES, AND IF YOU DO, DON'T TRY TO EAT IT ONCE YOU TAKE IT OUT. YOU WILL GET SICK WITH FOOD POISONING AND MAYBE DIE. BECAUSE YOU ARE EATING ROTTEN FISH. AND FLIES.

JESUS CHRIST SIMS WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME.

I knew I should have given that dude some logic points somewhere along the line.
slammerkinbabe: (maureen's ecstasy hat)
I love Sims. Bitchy Annabelle is playing poker, for money, with her parents and Jane's aunt Amy. And as Annabelle deals, and let me emphasize that she is 15, she says to her parents, "So, I had sex on the school bus the other day." There's a pause, and then aunt Amy goes "On the school bus, huh? That's interesting. Did it require a spatula?" And Annabelle's all "No, no spatula." Then Calla, the mom, goes, apropos of nothing, "You know what I hate? Skiers." And Joran, her husband, is like "YEAH! SKIERS! Motherfuckers." And then Annabelle takes a hundred bucks off them in poker.

At least that's what I got from the little cartoon captions of their conversation.

Meanwhile Annabelle's ten-year-old little sister is cleaning the whole house. Because no one else will do it. Oh Sims.
slammerkinbabe: (touched by fire)
OMFG SIMS. WTF SIMS. )
slammerkinbabe: (sound of music)
DEAR SIMS PLEASE REGURGITATE MY HEAD ONE OF THESE DAYS

CAPSLOCKED LJ-CUT TEXT )
slammerkinbabe: (aaaaah)
CURRENT STATUS OF SIM KYLIE

SIM JEWEL: PALE YELLOW

ASPIRATION METER: RED
Note: Do not use Aspiration Rewards, as negative side effects may occur when used below platinum aspiration level

GENERAL NEEDS
Hunger: 70% - green
Comfort: 40% - yellow
Hygiene: 30% - yellow
Environment: 20% - yellow
Energy: 5% - critical red
Social: 0% - critical red
Fun: 0% - critical red

****VISIT FROM SOCIAL BUNNY IMMINENT****
****COLLAPSE/PASSING OUT IMMINENT****

KYLIE'S WANTS
-Sleep (6000 points)
-Use cocaine/amphetamines/"uppers" to stay awake (1000 points)
-See David Hyde Pierce and Edward Hibbert in Curtains (3000 points)
-Play Sims (750 points)

KYLIE'S FEARS
-Missing editing deadlines (-4000 points)
-Being called in to work extra shift at hotline (-6000 points)
-Passing out (-2000 points)

KYLIE'S RELATIONSHIPS
Relationship with λ: 100%, ♥, engaged
Relationship with LiveJournal: 75%
All other relationships: 0%

KYLIE SAYS:
Ahhhhm, hallooo?! Zissaroum?! ::waves arms, yawns, sways::

KYLIE'S THOUGHT BUBBLE:
Gravestone
slammerkinbabe: (maureen's ecstasy hat)
NOTE: IF YOUR NAME IS NOT [livejournal.com profile] dancing_crazy OR [livejournal.com profile] deliriums_fish, YOU ARE PROBABLY NOT VERY INTERESTED IN THIS ENTRY

NOTE2: IT DOES CONTAIN A PHOTO OF MAUREEN'S ECSTASY HAT THOUGH

END NOTES


HOKAY. SIMS.

cut for a.) Sims talk, and b.) EIGHT MILLION PICTURES (as requested) )

...wow, that is a long entry. I feel vaguely ashamed.

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