I'm In SHORTS
May. 5th, 2006 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chick-D: CONGA LINE!-
*rolls eyes* Californians. . . .
Anyway, yes, it is warm here! Warm enough for me to tolerate wearing shorts! Got into the upper 70s here. Of course, this means that the drycleaners was utter hell. Couple heat with a relatively slow day, and you have ickiness.
-VD2: Didn't you have air conditioning installed last year?-
Last fall, yes. It hasn't been turned on yet. At least, I hope it hasn't -- because if it has, we're all screwed. *reminds self to stock up on milkshake money for this summer*
-MF: Summer seems to be a big thing around here.-
-DW: Suffer through a winter with her here, and you'll find out why.-
Yeah, you Californians are weak in the winter. Let's never mind the fact it snows in Hill Valley.
-VD: We keep telling you, Hill Valley is more temperate than Rhode Island! It does snow, but in far lesser amounts! Plus the temperature rarely sinks to your winter's lows.-
-MDC: I'm just glad there's no more chance of me becoming a popsicle.-
-DW: I wouldn't count on that.-
Behave.
A story from the drycleaners: Shortly before I left work, I was up at the counter helping my coworkers serve customers. This really old guy comes in with some clothes and a ticket to pick up. Not a problem.
(dialogue is, as always, paraphrased)
Me: Hi, how are you?
Man: *smile, give me ticket*
I notice he has hearing aids -- ah, okay, he didn't hear me that well. Just gotta speak a little louder.
Me: *put his name into the computer*
Man: *gives me clothes* Pants and a sweater.
Me: *nodnod* *put these into the computer, grab the ticket for them* These'll be ready on Tuesday.
Man: *smile* Tuesday?
Me: Tuesday, yes.
Man: So nothing ready to pick up?
Me: WTF? You handed me a ticket No, you have stuff to pick up.
Man: You said it would be due on Tuesday.
Me: *puts hand on what he just gave me* This is ready for Tuesday. The other stuff that's here is ready now.
Man: *smile -- and goes to walk out*
Me: OMGWTFBBQ
Other Customer: Uh, sir? Weren't you--
Me: *starts to go after him* Sir?!
Man: *leaves*
Coworker L: Uh -- okay, let him go. He'll come back for them when he remembers them.
*finish serving current customer*
Coworker K: He does that all the time.
Coworker L: Who?
Coworker K: *Man.* I've served him before, and he always gets them mixed up. I always have to explain it to him.
Me: O.o
Methinks that poor guy needs someone to look after him.
-M: Odd note to end your day on.-
Yeah, I know. Oh well. At least the guy didn't get upset or anything. Smiled throughout.
Hill Valley Day in Simworld. I played the regular McFlys today.
-VM: Wait, I thought you were planning Seamus and Maggie.-
I was, but I needed to play the regular McFlys. You'll see as I go. Everyone woke up in relatively good moods -- George was the only one who needed breakfast. I had him make fried eggs and bacon -- yay for custom foods.
Everyone else took turns in the bathroom and kept themselves amused. Marty played guitar for a long while, then called up his pal Ivy to make proper friends.
He succeeded, but ended up having to run for the school bus.
Dave had already left for work, leaving Lorraine, George, and Linda at home. Linda tended her Slacker garden while George and Lorraine got to know each other better.
Then I sent George and Lorraine to earn some skills (Logic for George, Mechanical for Lorraine) while Linda set out on an important errand.
It was off to Clocktower Square! The first time one of my Sims has visited, I think. (And I STILL haven't repainted the Essex! Another reason to watch the movies.) Linda's misison was two-fold -- first, buy some clothes.
-TD: Tired of that old blue sweater?-
Not really. . . . Second, she was to find a man. I was quite anxious to complete this second part, as Linda had some rather disturbing wants.
-M: Disturbing?-
"Flirt with Buford."
-M: WTF?!-
-VM: *incensed* No sister of mine would want that!-
You think that's squicky? She's also rolled up a want to fall in love with Toby. Toby Baines.
-M2: . . . You gotta figure out a way to get us all properly related.-
Yeah, but I fear SimPE. Luckily you guys really don't interact all that much. Anyway, I spotted Komei wandering around, but discarded him -- he can stand Biff, so he's not a good catch. Besides, Linda disgusts him.
No worries though -- at the time, Linda was chasing down Amin Sims, a policeman Robert knows. They hit it off and had a good chat together. She's got a single bolt of attraction with him.
Then it was home for our stalwart heroine. Though I got an interesting glitch today -- I had wanted her to buy groceries, but forgot before clicking on the car. I go to click it off--
Linda vanishes.
I freak out for a moment -- then happen to notice that her needs are reacting like she's in the car. A quick scroll over -- yup, she's in the car. I hate random Sim teleportation, it freaks me out.
-OD: As you stated earlier.-
*look* Linda gets home safely and gets herself a grilled cheese. Lorraine and George continue to study skills, while Ivy Copur runs past the house.
Well, actually, Ivy Copur 2. You see, Marty's friend Ivy Copur is a medium-light skinned teenager. The jogger was a dark skinned adult.
Sheesh, Maxis, come up with original names! (And I'm not talking Goopy GilsCarbo.)
Marty arrived home, and more skilling got underway -- I love Sims to skill up.
Dave also arrived home, without the promotion I was hoping for (aw) but with a new best friend in his coworker, yayz.
And then we come to the main point of me playing this house. Remember those clothes I had Linda buy? There were teen male clothes. That I downloaded from All About Style.
Yup, the whole reason I played that house was because I need a shot of a Victorian-Dressed Marty.
-VDM: *snort*-
What, don't like the clothes?
-VDM: No, they're fine -- I just can't believe you'd play Sims just for that.-
Well, I was gonna play anyway -- might as well kill two birds with one stone.
While Marty did his homework in his temporary Victoriana, Dave microwaved a Cup O'Ramen. Having no cooking points, Dave manages to set the microwave on fire.
And yet, he RETRIEVES HIS FOOD.
Yup, Dave pulled Percy Weasley's trick. However, unlike Percy, he was unable to choke down the food later -- for some reason, the bowl was entirely unselectable by the Sims after he got it. And it wouldn't let me delete it -- I eventually just deleted the counter it was on with moveobjects on. Naturally, after the fireman put the fire out, Dave was forced to rely on chips and cookies for his dinner. George, however, decided to have filet mignon. While he was cooking, I managed to get this pic:
He's flipping the steak like a pancake!
-M: Wow. With condiments and everything.-
-D: That does it. Sims have no laws of physics.-
This is news? The day wound down normally -- Linda called her new pal Amin to get to know him better:
And Dave cheered Marty's guitar playing. Though he doesn't look entirely sincere, does he?
-M: *rolls eyes*-
And then all went to bed.
-VDM: So now that you've got "my" picture, do I get added to the muse page?-
Yup, I'll do that tomorrow. Same with you, MartyFox -- though you'll have to wait a bit to get a picture.
-MF: Not a problem.-
Did some editing on "Boy Genius" earlier, now to look over "V.D." and "Big Teeth." I hopefully acquitted myself nicely with written "Boy Genius" though.
-TD: Can't fault you for that, no. :)-
-OD: How about some drawing?-
Well, my Mom did find me a new pack of colored pencils. . . .
-OD: *tentacles squeal happily* That will be beneficial.-
But first, a drink. I've been thirsty most of the night.
*rolls eyes* Californians. . . .
Anyway, yes, it is warm here! Warm enough for me to tolerate wearing shorts! Got into the upper 70s here. Of course, this means that the drycleaners was utter hell. Couple heat with a relatively slow day, and you have ickiness.
-VD2: Didn't you have air conditioning installed last year?-
Last fall, yes. It hasn't been turned on yet. At least, I hope it hasn't -- because if it has, we're all screwed. *reminds self to stock up on milkshake money for this summer*
-MF: Summer seems to be a big thing around here.-
-DW: Suffer through a winter with her here, and you'll find out why.-
Yeah, you Californians are weak in the winter. Let's never mind the fact it snows in Hill Valley.
-VD: We keep telling you, Hill Valley is more temperate than Rhode Island! It does snow, but in far lesser amounts! Plus the temperature rarely sinks to your winter's lows.-
-MDC: I'm just glad there's no more chance of me becoming a popsicle.-
-DW: I wouldn't count on that.-
Behave.
A story from the drycleaners: Shortly before I left work, I was up at the counter helping my coworkers serve customers. This really old guy comes in with some clothes and a ticket to pick up. Not a problem.
(dialogue is, as always, paraphrased)
Me: Hi, how are you?
Man: *smile, give me ticket*
I notice he has hearing aids -- ah, okay, he didn't hear me that well. Just gotta speak a little louder.
Me: *put his name into the computer*
Man: *gives me clothes* Pants and a sweater.
Me: *nodnod* *put these into the computer, grab the ticket for them* These'll be ready on Tuesday.
Man: *smile* Tuesday?
Me: Tuesday, yes.
Man: So nothing ready to pick up?
Me: WTF? You handed me a ticket No, you have stuff to pick up.
Man: You said it would be due on Tuesday.
Me: *puts hand on what he just gave me* This is ready for Tuesday. The other stuff that's here is ready now.
Man: *smile -- and goes to walk out*
Me: OMGWTFBBQ
Other Customer: Uh, sir? Weren't you--
Me: *starts to go after him* Sir?!
Man: *leaves*
Coworker L: Uh -- okay, let him go. He'll come back for them when he remembers them.
*finish serving current customer*
Coworker K: He does that all the time.
Coworker L: Who?
Coworker K: *Man.* I've served him before, and he always gets them mixed up. I always have to explain it to him.
Me: O.o
Methinks that poor guy needs someone to look after him.
-M: Odd note to end your day on.-
Yeah, I know. Oh well. At least the guy didn't get upset or anything. Smiled throughout.
Hill Valley Day in Simworld. I played the regular McFlys today.
-VM: Wait, I thought you were planning Seamus and Maggie.-
I was, but I needed to play the regular McFlys. You'll see as I go. Everyone woke up in relatively good moods -- George was the only one who needed breakfast. I had him make fried eggs and bacon -- yay for custom foods.
Everyone else took turns in the bathroom and kept themselves amused. Marty played guitar for a long while, then called up his pal Ivy to make proper friends.
He succeeded, but ended up having to run for the school bus.
Dave had already left for work, leaving Lorraine, George, and Linda at home. Linda tended her Slacker garden while George and Lorraine got to know each other better.
Then I sent George and Lorraine to earn some skills (Logic for George, Mechanical for Lorraine) while Linda set out on an important errand.
It was off to Clocktower Square! The first time one of my Sims has visited, I think. (And I STILL haven't repainted the Essex! Another reason to watch the movies.) Linda's misison was two-fold -- first, buy some clothes.
-TD: Tired of that old blue sweater?-
Not really. . . . Second, she was to find a man. I was quite anxious to complete this second part, as Linda had some rather disturbing wants.
-M: Disturbing?-
"Flirt with Buford."
-M: WTF?!-
-VM: *incensed* No sister of mine would want that!-
You think that's squicky? She's also rolled up a want to fall in love with Toby. Toby Baines.
-M2: . . . You gotta figure out a way to get us all properly related.-
Yeah, but I fear SimPE. Luckily you guys really don't interact all that much. Anyway, I spotted Komei wandering around, but discarded him -- he can stand Biff, so he's not a good catch. Besides, Linda disgusts him.
No worries though -- at the time, Linda was chasing down Amin Sims, a policeman Robert knows. They hit it off and had a good chat together. She's got a single bolt of attraction with him.
Then it was home for our stalwart heroine. Though I got an interesting glitch today -- I had wanted her to buy groceries, but forgot before clicking on the car. I go to click it off--
Linda vanishes.
I freak out for a moment -- then happen to notice that her needs are reacting like she's in the car. A quick scroll over -- yup, she's in the car. I hate random Sim teleportation, it freaks me out.
-OD: As you stated earlier.-
*look* Linda gets home safely and gets herself a grilled cheese. Lorraine and George continue to study skills, while Ivy Copur runs past the house.
Well, actually, Ivy Copur 2. You see, Marty's friend Ivy Copur is a medium-light skinned teenager. The jogger was a dark skinned adult.
Sheesh, Maxis, come up with original names! (And I'm not talking Goopy GilsCarbo.)
Marty arrived home, and more skilling got underway -- I love Sims to skill up.
Dave also arrived home, without the promotion I was hoping for (aw) but with a new best friend in his coworker, yayz.
And then we come to the main point of me playing this house. Remember those clothes I had Linda buy? There were teen male clothes. That I downloaded from All About Style.
Yup, the whole reason I played that house was because I need a shot of a Victorian-Dressed Marty.
-VDM: *snort*-
What, don't like the clothes?
-VDM: No, they're fine -- I just can't believe you'd play Sims just for that.-
Well, I was gonna play anyway -- might as well kill two birds with one stone.
While Marty did his homework in his temporary Victoriana, Dave microwaved a Cup O'Ramen. Having no cooking points, Dave manages to set the microwave on fire.
And yet, he RETRIEVES HIS FOOD.
Yup, Dave pulled Percy Weasley's trick. However, unlike Percy, he was unable to choke down the food later -- for some reason, the bowl was entirely unselectable by the Sims after he got it. And it wouldn't let me delete it -- I eventually just deleted the counter it was on with moveobjects on. Naturally, after the fireman put the fire out, Dave was forced to rely on chips and cookies for his dinner. George, however, decided to have filet mignon. While he was cooking, I managed to get this pic:
He's flipping the steak like a pancake!
-M: Wow. With condiments and everything.-
-D: That does it. Sims have no laws of physics.-
This is news? The day wound down normally -- Linda called her new pal Amin to get to know him better:
And Dave cheered Marty's guitar playing. Though he doesn't look entirely sincere, does he?
-M: *rolls eyes*-
And then all went to bed.
-VDM: So now that you've got "my" picture, do I get added to the muse page?-
Yup, I'll do that tomorrow. Same with you, MartyFox -- though you'll have to wait a bit to get a picture.
-MF: Not a problem.-
Did some editing on "Boy Genius" earlier, now to look over "V.D." and "Big Teeth." I hopefully acquitted myself nicely with written "Boy Genius" though.
-TD: Can't fault you for that, no. :)-
-OD: How about some drawing?-
Well, my Mom did find me a new pack of colored pencils. . . .
-OD: *tentacles squeal happily* That will be beneficial.-
But first, a drink. I've been thirsty most of the night.
