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The lyrics you don't hear are the important ones
A few days ago I bought the song "Sunny Came Home" from iTunes, and predictably it's been stuck in my head ever since. But there were a few lines near the end I didn't understand, so I did a lyrics search and tried to hit a personal page rather than a real lyrics page that would give me annoying popups. Turns out it's not only a song about a woman coming into her own, it's a song about arson. How odd. But now that I've thought about it a while, I sort of like the acknowledgement that sometimes destruction is an appropriate and healing thing to do.
Yesterday was very nice. It even started out that way because Weds night I was energetic in that pissed-off, can't-settle-down way, and burned off the energy uncluttering the messy house. So on Thursday morning, after heading off to a step aerobics class (for the first time in many years--it was an effective workout, but I made a goober of myself by not knowing the steps) there was no guilt to stop me from playing the Sims 2 for several hours. :)
Sims 2, by the way, is an amazing game (technically, since you can't win and it never ends, it's a toy. But whatever). The fact that your sims go through several stages of life and die makes it seem about a trillion times more meaningful and interesting, and so does the fact that different Sims want different things. Their desires mean you always have something to do beyond making sure they're physically happy. I started playing with a pre-made family consisting of an adult and two children, and as of last night they have become two adults (one of whom has moved out) and an elder. It really gives depth to the game that I can look at materialistic Beatrice and remember her when she was just a little kid bouncing on the bed to have fun, because that's all they could afford, and also as a teenager using acne cream. And it is just odd that knowledge-driven Antonio suddenly only cares about relatives and having Woo-Hoo. What!? You never wanted Woo-Hoo before, you dirty old man. :b
Another nice thing is that Sims can learn from experience now, so you can slowly gain cooking, cleaning and mechanical knowledge just from doing things around the house. There's also a truly ridiculous amount of customization possible, from putting your own textures on the Sims' clothing to having your own .avi files play on their TVs and computers. I'm not ultra-fascinated in that aspect of the game, although I wouldn't be averse to having, say, a poster of me or my kittycat on their wall. Hmm.
Next up for me is definitely getting Beatrice knocked up. I haven't had a baby or toddler yet... hell, none of my Sims have even had Woo-Hoo. And I have now googled all the money cheats so I can have a little more fun with house-building. You can't do a lot of that when you're supporting two kids on the budget of a dishwasher, and much as I had fun working within the limitations of normal gameplay, it's time to call upon the dark arts. :)
When I finally stopped, of course, we had to cook a lot of food. We made Cornish hens, which are festive and leave no leftovers, potatoes with cauliflower and spinach mashed into them, gravy, green beans, Yorkshire pudding, a berry pie with lattice top, and little cherry cheesecake tarts. It wasn't the best job we've ever done, since three of those items were experimental, but no matter, it was still good. Between dinner and dessert HLM fell asleep on me on the couch... so cute! That hardly ever happens.
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I took a break from writing this to deal with the monstrous mound of dishes and return the house to its pre-holiday state, so doubtless it's time for me to figure out what I actually want to do this weekend besides inflict my will on innocent Sims. I probably wanted to mail out more Xmas packages, at the very least.
Yesterday was very nice. It even started out that way because Weds night I was energetic in that pissed-off, can't-settle-down way, and burned off the energy uncluttering the messy house. So on Thursday morning, after heading off to a step aerobics class (for the first time in many years--it was an effective workout, but I made a goober of myself by not knowing the steps) there was no guilt to stop me from playing the Sims 2 for several hours. :)
Sims 2, by the way, is an amazing game (technically, since you can't win and it never ends, it's a toy. But whatever). The fact that your sims go through several stages of life and die makes it seem about a trillion times more meaningful and interesting, and so does the fact that different Sims want different things. Their desires mean you always have something to do beyond making sure they're physically happy. I started playing with a pre-made family consisting of an adult and two children, and as of last night they have become two adults (one of whom has moved out) and an elder. It really gives depth to the game that I can look at materialistic Beatrice and remember her when she was just a little kid bouncing on the bed to have fun, because that's all they could afford, and also as a teenager using acne cream. And it is just odd that knowledge-driven Antonio suddenly only cares about relatives and having Woo-Hoo. What!? You never wanted Woo-Hoo before, you dirty old man. :b
Another nice thing is that Sims can learn from experience now, so you can slowly gain cooking, cleaning and mechanical knowledge just from doing things around the house. There's also a truly ridiculous amount of customization possible, from putting your own textures on the Sims' clothing to having your own .avi files play on their TVs and computers. I'm not ultra-fascinated in that aspect of the game, although I wouldn't be averse to having, say, a poster of me or my kittycat on their wall. Hmm.
Next up for me is definitely getting Beatrice knocked up. I haven't had a baby or toddler yet... hell, none of my Sims have even had Woo-Hoo. And I have now googled all the money cheats so I can have a little more fun with house-building. You can't do a lot of that when you're supporting two kids on the budget of a dishwasher, and much as I had fun working within the limitations of normal gameplay, it's time to call upon the dark arts. :)
When I finally stopped, of course, we had to cook a lot of food. We made Cornish hens, which are festive and leave no leftovers, potatoes with cauliflower and spinach mashed into them, gravy, green beans, Yorkshire pudding, a berry pie with lattice top, and little cherry cheesecake tarts. It wasn't the best job we've ever done, since three of those items were experimental, but no matter, it was still good. Between dinner and dessert HLM fell asleep on me on the couch... so cute! That hardly ever happens.
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I took a break from writing this to deal with the monstrous mound of dishes and return the house to its pre-holiday state, so doubtless it's time for me to figure out what I actually want to do this weekend besides inflict my will on innocent Sims. I probably wanted to mail out more Xmas packages, at the very least.
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Btw, I don't have the memory or the money for Sims, and I love hearing about your Sims families. Vicarious gameplay :)