Hey, Strickland!
Dec. 30th, 2005 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickYup, decided to move everyone's favorite disciplinarian into Hill Valley today.
-Martys: Booooo-
Oh, relax, SimStrickland doesn't even know you're alive yet. Anyway, here's the house.
The roof should come over the front porch, but I'm not exactly sure how to do that yet. I don't have that much experience with the roofing tool. As you can see, I did the inside in varying shades of light brown and sienna. All very simple and straightforward.
-M: Yeah, that's pretty much Strickland.-
-M2: And you did a good job with the house.-
Thanks. :) Strickland promptly got a Military job -- as there's no teaching career, I figured he'd like something like that. I set him to studying cooking, as he's a Knowledge Sim.
After lunch, the welcome wagon came -- Sally Baines, George McFly, and Brandi LeTourneau. They were all kind enough to admire Strickland. Strickland's response was to get a swelled head -- "yes, I AM worth admiring!"
I tried to get him to argue with George -- he insisted on arguing topics that they agreed on. I gave up and had him say goodbye to George instead.
Then it was inside for a nice game of chess with Brandi LeTourneau and listening to Sally Baines murder a tune on the piano.
Once the girls left, it was time for a drink and dinner. Strickland got drunk enough to burn his spaghetti.
-VM: Figures.-
Then it was time to work out, clean up, and head to bed.
We went into Tuesday with no problems. Strickland greened and amused himself with chess before heading off to work.
I was hoping he'd get a promotion, but no such luck. Time for another drink.
-VuM: *giggle* I like how true to life this is.-
:D
Then he studied and worked out some more. He also called Brandi and made friends with her. Interesting fact, Strickland has less nice points than Biff I believe. I think Biff has three while Strickland has two.
-M: o.O-
-VM: We're not saying it doesn't make SENSE for Strickland to have only two. . . .-
I know, I know. Pilot error.
Last shots are neighborhood things -- first, what we can see from Strickland's house:
The courthouse and, naturally, the high school.
And a shot of the neighborhood with Strickland's house in it.
That blue lot next to the (Elder) McFly is Oak Park Cemetary. My original plan was to have their place be a gravestone collection lot -- all the old Sims would move their before dying. Now that we can have community cemetaries, I'll be moving tombstones there instead.
-D: A very nice neighborhood.-
Thanks. Hell to navigate though. If you spin the camera the wrong way you get lost in the wilds.
Work update -- cleaning machine still busted. Our cleaner was back though, and cleaning at another location, so we were able to catch up a little when the cleaned clothes were delivered back to us. Couldn't take in any specials, though.
-VD: I bet that made some people angry.-
More just annoyed. Most people took it without a fuss. And we managed to get rid of one guy -- there's this weird guy who comes in every so often with a pair of pants, and every time something's wrong with them.
-D: Wrong?-
Generally, crap.
-D: Ah, all badly torn up --
No. LITERAL crap.
*silence*
-M: HE GAVE YOU PANTS HE SHIT IN?!-
Yup. For PRESS ONLY. We've tried telling him he needs to wash them -- that lead to a pair of pants getting soaked in detergent. The pressers finally said to refuse him, so I did. Hopefully he won't be back.
-J: GROSS!-
-AJ: *shudder*-
-M2: That is just SICK.-
-VD2: For the love of God, even Red knows better than that! Highly unsanitary.-
I know, we washed our hands after every order. Ewwwwwww
-TD: Come on, just one little death ray?-
-D: It's a DOG WASHER. It does not need DEATH RAYS.-
-OD: Vicky, are Sparks supposed to be this mentally unbalanced?-
Actually, yes. In the latest edition of Girl Genius Radio Theater (available here: http://switchpod.com/users/studiofoglio/), Agatha built a nasty-looking clank to ensure that she'd get a decent night's sleep. Big gun, knives, the works.
-OD: *tentacles squeak* I know that this may be a little ironic coming from me, but lovely.-
-DW: I second the vote for no X-Rays on the grounds that I'm probably going to be the one asked to test the darn thing.-
-VD2: You don't have to if you don't want to. You just hpapen to be the only canine we know capable of speech.-
-DW: Actually, it looks quite comfortable.-
-TD: It was built for comfort. That's why it needs a death ray, so it's not stolen.-
-D: No death rays!-
Why the sudden obsession with death rays?
-TD: You're writing on "Boy Genius," having "Teen Doc" edited, and editing "Reality Check 2."-
Lots of Elias and Jack thoughts, huh?
-TD: Those fools laughed at me -- but soon I'll be able to show them all!-
-D: Normally, I'd be worried about you. But given as this is Elias and Jack, can I help?-
And normally I'd be thinking you're all dangerously nuts -- but who's in love with you?
-VD: That's the spirit.-
Okay, back to work.
-Martys: Booooo-
Oh, relax, SimStrickland doesn't even know you're alive yet. Anyway, here's the house.
The roof should come over the front porch, but I'm not exactly sure how to do that yet. I don't have that much experience with the roofing tool. As you can see, I did the inside in varying shades of light brown and sienna. All very simple and straightforward.
-M: Yeah, that's pretty much Strickland.-
-M2: And you did a good job with the house.-
Thanks. :) Strickland promptly got a Military job -- as there's no teaching career, I figured he'd like something like that. I set him to studying cooking, as he's a Knowledge Sim.
After lunch, the welcome wagon came -- Sally Baines, George McFly, and Brandi LeTourneau. They were all kind enough to admire Strickland. Strickland's response was to get a swelled head -- "yes, I AM worth admiring!"
I tried to get him to argue with George -- he insisted on arguing topics that they agreed on. I gave up and had him say goodbye to George instead.
Then it was inside for a nice game of chess with Brandi LeTourneau and listening to Sally Baines murder a tune on the piano.
Once the girls left, it was time for a drink and dinner. Strickland got drunk enough to burn his spaghetti.
-VM: Figures.-
Then it was time to work out, clean up, and head to bed.
We went into Tuesday with no problems. Strickland greened and amused himself with chess before heading off to work.
I was hoping he'd get a promotion, but no such luck. Time for another drink.
-VuM: *giggle* I like how true to life this is.-
:D
Then he studied and worked out some more. He also called Brandi and made friends with her. Interesting fact, Strickland has less nice points than Biff I believe. I think Biff has three while Strickland has two.
-M: o.O-
-VM: We're not saying it doesn't make SENSE for Strickland to have only two. . . .-
I know, I know. Pilot error.
Last shots are neighborhood things -- first, what we can see from Strickland's house:
The courthouse and, naturally, the high school.
And a shot of the neighborhood with Strickland's house in it.
That blue lot next to the (Elder) McFly is Oak Park Cemetary. My original plan was to have their place be a gravestone collection lot -- all the old Sims would move their before dying. Now that we can have community cemetaries, I'll be moving tombstones there instead.
-D: A very nice neighborhood.-
Thanks. Hell to navigate though. If you spin the camera the wrong way you get lost in the wilds.
Work update -- cleaning machine still busted. Our cleaner was back though, and cleaning at another location, so we were able to catch up a little when the cleaned clothes were delivered back to us. Couldn't take in any specials, though.
-VD: I bet that made some people angry.-
More just annoyed. Most people took it without a fuss. And we managed to get rid of one guy -- there's this weird guy who comes in every so often with a pair of pants, and every time something's wrong with them.
-D: Wrong?-
Generally, crap.
-D: Ah, all badly torn up --
No. LITERAL crap.
*silence*
-M: HE GAVE YOU PANTS HE SHIT IN?!-
Yup. For PRESS ONLY. We've tried telling him he needs to wash them -- that lead to a pair of pants getting soaked in detergent. The pressers finally said to refuse him, so I did. Hopefully he won't be back.
-J: GROSS!-
-AJ: *shudder*-
-M2: That is just SICK.-
-VD2: For the love of God, even Red knows better than that! Highly unsanitary.-
I know, we washed our hands after every order. Ewwwwwww
-TD: Come on, just one little death ray?-
-D: It's a DOG WASHER. It does not need DEATH RAYS.-
-OD: Vicky, are Sparks supposed to be this mentally unbalanced?-
Actually, yes. In the latest edition of Girl Genius Radio Theater (available here: http://switchpod.com/users/studiofoglio/), Agatha built a nasty-looking clank to ensure that she'd get a decent night's sleep. Big gun, knives, the works.
-OD: *tentacles squeak* I know that this may be a little ironic coming from me, but lovely.-
-DW: I second the vote for no X-Rays on the grounds that I'm probably going to be the one asked to test the darn thing.-
-VD2: You don't have to if you don't want to. You just hpapen to be the only canine we know capable of speech.-
-DW: Actually, it looks quite comfortable.-
-TD: It was built for comfort. That's why it needs a death ray, so it's not stolen.-
-D: No death rays!-
Why the sudden obsession with death rays?
-TD: You're writing on "Boy Genius," having "Teen Doc" edited, and editing "Reality Check 2."-
Lots of Elias and Jack thoughts, huh?
-TD: Those fools laughed at me -- but soon I'll be able to show them all!-
-D: Normally, I'd be worried about you. But given as this is Elias and Jack, can I help?-
And normally I'd be thinking you're all dangerously nuts -- but who's in love with you?
-VD: That's the spirit.-
Okay, back to work.
About Roofs
But yeah doing manual roofings a pain in the ass...
LOL Death Ray, Teen Doc? That's a bit much don't ya think?