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crossover_chickI don't know why, but I'm freaking COOKING here. Blah.
-DW: Open the window and put your fan back in again.-
I'm thinking about it. Thing is, we're apparently supposed to get thunderstorms tonight -- Mom made me turn off the computer earlier because of thunder. But we never actually GOT anything except some scattered thunder and lightning. It was weird.
-TD: O.o That is weird. No rain.-
-M: We've seen lightning storms with no rain.-
-M2: Although yeah, it is kinda weird.-
-D: Makes me wish I'd done a course in meteorology in college.-
-TD: *notes that*-
Didn't post yesterday due to exhaustion, but I did play Sims -- the Tannen household of Hill Valley! Yes, I finally moved them in. The house is still a bit unfinished (I'm planning on getting Nightlife (and possibly more RAM) later), but I think it's pretty outside-screen-accurate.
We never actually saw the inside, so I was able to improvise -- I decided that Old Lady Gertrude had done it all in garish pink, and Biff and Jiff only had the will to change their own bedrooms.
-VM: Where's the garage?-
I'll build that in nightlife, now that you can actually BUILD garages. Anyway, Biff and Jiff bonded pretty well -- they like to play Punch U Punch Me, obviously.
Then I had them wander around, have breakfast, get some drinks from the bar -- basically killing time until the welcome wagon showed up. Said Welcome Wagon turned out to be Sally Baines, Brandi LeTourneau, and George McFly. Biff got down to the important business of annoying George.
George didn't cry, good for him. Strangely enough, though, Biff and Sally got along famously. I'm tempted to mar-
*DEATH GLARES from the Martys*
Sheez, I was only joking. . . .
It is strange though. And speaking of strangeness, did you see Brandi scheming to steal the lawn gnomes?
She didn't actually take any, though -- guess there were too many witnesses. She did disqualify herself as Robert's potential mate, though -- only mean Sims steal gnomes. Finding out Sabastian had only three points in Nice was enough.
-J: Good, I don't want a mean stepmom.-
Anyway, eventually dismissed the welcome wagon -- had Biff paint and learn cooking from the TV and had Jiff work out.
Then TV dinners all around, and bed.
-OD: So -- fanart?-
I'll be working on Lynnea later, and I've still got a few other pictures in mind. I'm trying to catch up with storyness now, though.
-VD: Yes, tomorrow you need to start writing in earnest again.-
I will, I will. Give me tonight to straighten things out with my story lists, though.
-TD: Okay, but tomorrow one of us gets a go.-
-H: Or both -- aren't you planning on playing us tomorrow?-
Heh, yeah -- although what I'd really like is to pick up Nightlife and see what's what. Everyone says it's so cool, and judging from the pictures, I believe them.
-VD2: I suppose it would be nice for our girlfriends to be actual vampires.-
:p yeah. And you know I won't forget about my fanfiction. I promise. *ruffles hair*
Anyway, over to update![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
revison_doc and to sweat some more.
-DW: Open the window and put your fan back in again.-
I'm thinking about it. Thing is, we're apparently supposed to get thunderstorms tonight -- Mom made me turn off the computer earlier because of thunder. But we never actually GOT anything except some scattered thunder and lightning. It was weird.
-TD: O.o That is weird. No rain.-
-M: We've seen lightning storms with no rain.-
-M2: Although yeah, it is kinda weird.-
-D: Makes me wish I'd done a course in meteorology in college.-
-TD: *notes that*-
Didn't post yesterday due to exhaustion, but I did play Sims -- the Tannen household of Hill Valley! Yes, I finally moved them in. The house is still a bit unfinished (I'm planning on getting Nightlife (and possibly more RAM) later), but I think it's pretty outside-screen-accurate.
We never actually saw the inside, so I was able to improvise -- I decided that Old Lady Gertrude had done it all in garish pink, and Biff and Jiff only had the will to change their own bedrooms.
-VM: Where's the garage?-
I'll build that in nightlife, now that you can actually BUILD garages. Anyway, Biff and Jiff bonded pretty well -- they like to play Punch U Punch Me, obviously.
Then I had them wander around, have breakfast, get some drinks from the bar -- basically killing time until the welcome wagon showed up. Said Welcome Wagon turned out to be Sally Baines, Brandi LeTourneau, and George McFly. Biff got down to the important business of annoying George.
George didn't cry, good for him. Strangely enough, though, Biff and Sally got along famously. I'm tempted to mar-
*DEATH GLARES from the Martys*
Sheez, I was only joking. . . .
It is strange though. And speaking of strangeness, did you see Brandi scheming to steal the lawn gnomes?
She didn't actually take any, though -- guess there were too many witnesses. She did disqualify herself as Robert's potential mate, though -- only mean Sims steal gnomes. Finding out Sabastian had only three points in Nice was enough.
-J: Good, I don't want a mean stepmom.-
Anyway, eventually dismissed the welcome wagon -- had Biff paint and learn cooking from the TV and had Jiff work out.
Then TV dinners all around, and bed.
-OD: So -- fanart?-
I'll be working on Lynnea later, and I've still got a few other pictures in mind. I'm trying to catch up with storyness now, though.
-VD: Yes, tomorrow you need to start writing in earnest again.-
I will, I will. Give me tonight to straighten things out with my story lists, though.
-TD: Okay, but tomorrow one of us gets a go.-
-H: Or both -- aren't you planning on playing us tomorrow?-
Heh, yeah -- although what I'd really like is to pick up Nightlife and see what's what. Everyone says it's so cool, and judging from the pictures, I believe them.
-VD2: I suppose it would be nice for our girlfriends to be actual vampires.-
:p yeah. And you know I won't forget about my fanfiction. I promise. *ruffles hair*
Anyway, over to update
revison_doc and to sweat some more.
