virtual silliness
I had a weird thought last night which probably will not be implemented.
To wit: creating a new Sims 2 neighborhood called Blogland (Yes I hate the word "blog" but am using it for purposes of instant comprehension) and putting everybody who wanders in and out of here in it.
There will be sundry technical challenges, like wireframing Pratt's rabbits, creating a wilderness lot full of immortal heckling turkeys for Nightmare, and decorating Dawn's disco Chippendale male strip club. Ol' Hoss's jingling rowels and Dead Guy's drafting table will be easier.
If I *do* make any forays into this cool project, I'll package the Sims and the lots and put them up on my server so any of you who play Sims 2 can download them and tweak them as you wish. I accept no responsibility for deaths by fire, electrocution, hunger, or drowning in ladderless swimming pools.
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Here is a meme I copied from Pratt:
My uncle once: used to have 10,000 Maniacs (the band) regularly rehearsing in his family room.
Never in my life: have I bought a 10,000 Maniacs album.
When I was five: Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, and Brian Jones died. (No correlation, I think.)
High School was: nonexistent, since I took correspondence courses in rural Alaska.
I will never forget: going to summer school in high school at Phillips Academy, Andover, streaking, and getting pneumonia.
I once met: Lou Reed in an elevator at the Hotel Chelsea.
There’s this girl I know who: practices the hula in front of her apartment building.
Once, at a bar: I got stoned with my supervisor (we were both in child protective services social work), and she conned the bartender out of a grocery bag full of swizzle sticks. I forget why.
By noon I’m usually: wondering if Judge Mannheimer has issued any more pithy MOJs on the Alaska Court of Appeals website.
Last night: I read Nikki Giovanni, some Buddhist literature, Private Eye, and created a family of hippie Sims while watching Viva La Bam.
Next time I go to church I: will still ponder the hygiene of shared communion cups.
Terry Schiavo: spelled backwards is Ovaihcs Yrret.
When I turn my head left, I see: a building roof, sunshine, clouds, and the blue Pacific Ocean through the window in my boss's office.
When I turn my head right, I see: a white wall.
You know I’m lying when: I say I like the word "blog."
What I miss most about the eighties: the mind-crushing blandness and Margaret Thatcher taking out an entire generation. Yeah, right.
If I was a character written by Shakespeare, I’d be: Marc Antony.
By this time next year: I *hope* I'll be a licensed attorney.
A better name for me would be: SuperGirl.
I have a hard time understanding: kanji characters. I'm trying to learn more of them.
If I ever go back to school I’ll: shoot all the most studious people if the school grades on the curve.
You know I like you if: I don't turn around and walk in the other direction.
If I won an award, the first person I’d thank would be: Nikola Tesla, for discovering alternating current.
Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens, and Geraldine Ferraro: The 1st would concede hands down that only a demented mind, not evolution, could create the last 3 on the same planet.
Take my advice, never: embark on answering a meme unless you have shitloads of time.
My ideal breakfast is: Fake bacon, an organic egg, and orange juice.
A song I love, but do not have is: Quinn the Eskimo by Bob Dylan.
If you visit my hometown, I suggest: you visit the North Shore. I repeat: VISIT THE NORTH SHORE.
Tulips, character flaws, microchips, and track stars: what you'll probably see if you hit Seattle in the spring during an IAU meet.
Why won’t anyone: invent a better and cheaper fuel than petroleum.
If you spend the night at my house, don’t: complain about the weather out there on the lanai.
I’d stop my wedding for: the arrival of someone authorized to perform the marriage.
The world could do without: people who skydive for pleasure.
I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: be bitten by a centipede.
My favorite blonde is: Biggles.
Paper clips are more useful than: anything else for hitting the Reset button on a laptop.
If I do anything well, it’s: dream all day and night.
The last time I was drunk, I: wrote brilliantly. I know I'm not the first. :-)
And, by the way: my co-worker Mr. Chang has an esoteric box turtle.
To wit: creating a new Sims 2 neighborhood called Blogland (Yes I hate the word "blog" but am using it for purposes of instant comprehension) and putting everybody who wanders in and out of here in it.
There will be sundry technical challenges, like wireframing Pratt's rabbits, creating a wilderness lot full of immortal heckling turkeys for Nightmare, and decorating Dawn's disco Chippendale male strip club. Ol' Hoss's jingling rowels and Dead Guy's drafting table will be easier.
If I *do* make any forays into this cool project, I'll package the Sims and the lots and put them up on my server so any of you who play Sims 2 can download them and tweak them as you wish. I accept no responsibility for deaths by fire, electrocution, hunger, or drowning in ladderless swimming pools.
* * * * *
Here is a meme I copied from Pratt:
My uncle once: used to have 10,000 Maniacs (the band) regularly rehearsing in his family room.
Never in my life: have I bought a 10,000 Maniacs album.
When I was five: Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, and Brian Jones died. (No correlation, I think.)
High School was: nonexistent, since I took correspondence courses in rural Alaska.
I will never forget: going to summer school in high school at Phillips Academy, Andover, streaking, and getting pneumonia.
I once met: Lou Reed in an elevator at the Hotel Chelsea.
There’s this girl I know who: practices the hula in front of her apartment building.
Once, at a bar: I got stoned with my supervisor (we were both in child protective services social work), and she conned the bartender out of a grocery bag full of swizzle sticks. I forget why.
By noon I’m usually: wondering if Judge Mannheimer has issued any more pithy MOJs on the Alaska Court of Appeals website.
Last night: I read Nikki Giovanni, some Buddhist literature, Private Eye, and created a family of hippie Sims while watching Viva La Bam.
Next time I go to church I: will still ponder the hygiene of shared communion cups.
Terry Schiavo: spelled backwards is Ovaihcs Yrret.
When I turn my head left, I see: a building roof, sunshine, clouds, and the blue Pacific Ocean through the window in my boss's office.
When I turn my head right, I see: a white wall.
You know I’m lying when: I say I like the word "blog."
What I miss most about the eighties: the mind-crushing blandness and Margaret Thatcher taking out an entire generation. Yeah, right.
If I was a character written by Shakespeare, I’d be: Marc Antony.
By this time next year: I *hope* I'll be a licensed attorney.
A better name for me would be: SuperGirl.
I have a hard time understanding: kanji characters. I'm trying to learn more of them.
If I ever go back to school I’ll: shoot all the most studious people if the school grades on the curve.
You know I like you if: I don't turn around and walk in the other direction.
If I won an award, the first person I’d thank would be: Nikola Tesla, for discovering alternating current.
Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens, and Geraldine Ferraro: The 1st would concede hands down that only a demented mind, not evolution, could create the last 3 on the same planet.
Take my advice, never: embark on answering a meme unless you have shitloads of time.
My ideal breakfast is: Fake bacon, an organic egg, and orange juice.
A song I love, but do not have is: Quinn the Eskimo by Bob Dylan.
If you visit my hometown, I suggest: you visit the North Shore. I repeat: VISIT THE NORTH SHORE.
Tulips, character flaws, microchips, and track stars: what you'll probably see if you hit Seattle in the spring during an IAU meet.
Why won’t anyone: invent a better and cheaper fuel than petroleum.
If you spend the night at my house, don’t: complain about the weather out there on the lanai.
I’d stop my wedding for: the arrival of someone authorized to perform the marriage.
The world could do without: people who skydive for pleasure.
I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: be bitten by a centipede.
My favorite blonde is: Biggles.
Paper clips are more useful than: anything else for hitting the Reset button on a laptop.
If I do anything well, it’s: dream all day and night.
The last time I was drunk, I: wrote brilliantly. I know I'm not the first. :-)
And, by the way: my co-worker Mr. Chang has an esoteric box turtle.
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