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crossover_chick-D: Okay, what now?-
I'm not sure, unfortunately -- all I know is that, after I was done with dinner and came back upstairs, I discovered that my computer had apparently taken the liberty of restarting itself. At any rate, the programs I had up had shut themselves down, and my messenger programs were up. And upon reentering IE, I discovered all my logins (the ones that are constantly set to stay on, anyway) had been wiped. Luckily, I have a piece of paper with them all there, but still. . . .
Not to mention I managed to get the ModTheSims2 and InSIMenator passwords mixed up, resulting in me having to reset the passwords (I also switched the numbers, thinking, "Fuck it, if this is the way my brain wants them."). ModTheSims2 gave me a lot of shit over it as well, which basically insured they'll never ever get one fucking dime out of me.
-RPD: . . . Are you actually regretting getting the new computer?-
You know what? I think I am. It took me a hell of a lot longer to want to smash the VAIO with a baseball bat.
-VD: Great. Now what?-
Well, I can't ask for the VAIO back, my parents already have it, and that's really just trading one problem with Sims for another. And I do smash this thing with a baseball bat, I'll screw up everything I've worked on, backups or no. I think the best thing to do right now is to polish my Mad Scientist Legacy rules, finish my latest Drabbles88 prompt, and find a nice walkthrough for "American McGee's Alice" to immerse myself in.
-HD: I can't believe I'm actually going to suggest this, but -- why don't you download the demo? Killing card guards sounds like it would improve your mood.-
Maybe. . . . Though it makes me wonder if my computer would occasionally spaz during that as well. Plus it doesn't have a Mad Hatter level. *pout*
-HD: . . . O.O-
Um, I didn't mean that quite the way it sounded.
-D: Victoria, I know it's hard to tell from that speedrun that cuts out the cutscenes, but Richard does not look NEARLY as good in-game as he does in NuttyIsa's artwork. Besides, you'd cry over Dormy and March.-
Yeah, probably.
-TD: *shudder* Those pictures of them we've seen -- that's why I could never be a proper biological Spark. I don't like my experiments screaming in pain.-
-HD: *impulsively hugs MarchHareGeorge, WhiteRabbitMarty and DormouseJennifer*-
Computer didn't spaz out during today's Sims, which was a trip to Joe Statler and his car dealership. After taking care of needs and the pets at home,
Joe headed off to work. Despite the fact that he's operating under a negative review for the time being, he actually did fairly well today. He sold a Smoogo to Goldie, and another to Abijheet.
He tried to get Abijheet interested in a truck as well, but no dice.
Ivy Copur stopped by to look at a Sedan -- Joe did his best, but she didn't buy it. She did, however, buy a Smoogo (after Joe restocked it).
Then Melissa Fancey came along -- Joe talked her into buying a minivan! Yay profit!
He also got a customer loyalty star from trying to talk her into the sedan -- she didn't buy it, but Joe needs those stars.
Another quick moment to restock, then Joe horns in on William McFly, looking at a truck -- and makes a sale! Hooray!
Melissa also buys the restocked Smoogo, and Joe rings her and William up, making 5,000 simoleons in the process.
All in all, a good day -- in addition to making some profit, Joe also got Silver Register and Sales badges. Joe does some restocking (I say some because the computer was making noises, and I was terrified it was going to bluescreen on me), fulfills a few needs, and heads home.
Joe refuels at home -- Gertrude steals his newspaper, making the mailman furious. I, however, am glad at not having another paper to recycle.
Joe falls asleep in his food. I really have to hire somebody to help him out on that huge car lot.
After his nap, Goldie calls, prompting him and Joe to become best friends.
Then Joe takes a REAL nap. Upon awakening, he greens up, then calls Sally Baines and makes friends.
A quick spin on the guitar, and he goes to bed for real.
-RPD: Yes, Joe needs employees stat.-
Yeah, preferrably at least a register monkey. Next time I visit, I'll have him scan the computer for potential hirelings.
-TD: *curious* You seem to enjoy running businesses -- will the Eureka Doc also run a robotics store?-
I'm toying around with the concept, yes. Especially after someone mentioned their idea of making a neighborhood where the residents wouldn't use buy mode. Maybe I could work Eureka partway up to that, with the offshoot people who move to Mad Hill Valley and Narbonics opening up stores and stuff. You'd need a furniture store, an electronics store, an arts and crafts store, a more general home furnishings store so you could buy toilets and stuff like that. . . .
-RPD: Fun for you, but not so fun for the Sims, I think.-
Well, it's nice to dream about.
Okay, I have things to write and read and all that jazz. Slept in WAY too late today.
-VD2: I know -- 1:16 isn't even like you! Are you sure you're not sick?-
-OD: That stomach bug could still be incubating. *tentacles attempt to check temperature*-
No, no, I think my habit of staying up to 2:30 even on work nights just caught up with me. Add to that I can't shake the feeling of today being Saturday. . . .
-VD: Internal clock all out of order?-
Yeah, something like that. Anyway, ta.
I'm not sure, unfortunately -- all I know is that, after I was done with dinner and came back upstairs, I discovered that my computer had apparently taken the liberty of restarting itself. At any rate, the programs I had up had shut themselves down, and my messenger programs were up. And upon reentering IE, I discovered all my logins (the ones that are constantly set to stay on, anyway) had been wiped. Luckily, I have a piece of paper with them all there, but still. . . .
Not to mention I managed to get the ModTheSims2 and InSIMenator passwords mixed up, resulting in me having to reset the passwords (I also switched the numbers, thinking, "Fuck it, if this is the way my brain wants them."). ModTheSims2 gave me a lot of shit over it as well, which basically insured they'll never ever get one fucking dime out of me.
-RPD: . . . Are you actually regretting getting the new computer?-
You know what? I think I am. It took me a hell of a lot longer to want to smash the VAIO with a baseball bat.
-VD: Great. Now what?-
Well, I can't ask for the VAIO back, my parents already have it, and that's really just trading one problem with Sims for another. And I do smash this thing with a baseball bat, I'll screw up everything I've worked on, backups or no. I think the best thing to do right now is to polish my Mad Scientist Legacy rules, finish my latest Drabbles88 prompt, and find a nice walkthrough for "American McGee's Alice" to immerse myself in.
-HD: I can't believe I'm actually going to suggest this, but -- why don't you download the demo? Killing card guards sounds like it would improve your mood.-
Maybe. . . . Though it makes me wonder if my computer would occasionally spaz during that as well. Plus it doesn't have a Mad Hatter level. *pout*
-HD: . . . O.O-
Um, I didn't mean that quite the way it sounded.
-D: Victoria, I know it's hard to tell from that speedrun that cuts out the cutscenes, but Richard does not look NEARLY as good in-game as he does in NuttyIsa's artwork. Besides, you'd cry over Dormy and March.-
Yeah, probably.
-TD: *shudder* Those pictures of them we've seen -- that's why I could never be a proper biological Spark. I don't like my experiments screaming in pain.-
-HD: *impulsively hugs MarchHareGeorge, WhiteRabbitMarty and DormouseJennifer*-
Computer didn't spaz out during today's Sims, which was a trip to Joe Statler and his car dealership. After taking care of needs and the pets at home,
Joe headed off to work. Despite the fact that he's operating under a negative review for the time being, he actually did fairly well today. He sold a Smoogo to Goldie, and another to Abijheet.
He tried to get Abijheet interested in a truck as well, but no dice.
Ivy Copur stopped by to look at a Sedan -- Joe did his best, but she didn't buy it. She did, however, buy a Smoogo (after Joe restocked it).
Then Melissa Fancey came along -- Joe talked her into buying a minivan! Yay profit!
He also got a customer loyalty star from trying to talk her into the sedan -- she didn't buy it, but Joe needs those stars.
Another quick moment to restock, then Joe horns in on William McFly, looking at a truck -- and makes a sale! Hooray!
Melissa also buys the restocked Smoogo, and Joe rings her and William up, making 5,000 simoleons in the process.
All in all, a good day -- in addition to making some profit, Joe also got Silver Register and Sales badges. Joe does some restocking (I say some because the computer was making noises, and I was terrified it was going to bluescreen on me), fulfills a few needs, and heads home.
Joe refuels at home -- Gertrude steals his newspaper, making the mailman furious. I, however, am glad at not having another paper to recycle.
Joe falls asleep in his food. I really have to hire somebody to help him out on that huge car lot.
After his nap, Goldie calls, prompting him and Joe to become best friends.
Then Joe takes a REAL nap. Upon awakening, he greens up, then calls Sally Baines and makes friends.
A quick spin on the guitar, and he goes to bed for real.
-RPD: Yes, Joe needs employees stat.-
Yeah, preferrably at least a register monkey. Next time I visit, I'll have him scan the computer for potential hirelings.
-TD: *curious* You seem to enjoy running businesses -- will the Eureka Doc also run a robotics store?-
I'm toying around with the concept, yes. Especially after someone mentioned their idea of making a neighborhood where the residents wouldn't use buy mode. Maybe I could work Eureka partway up to that, with the offshoot people who move to Mad Hill Valley and Narbonics opening up stores and stuff. You'd need a furniture store, an electronics store, an arts and crafts store, a more general home furnishings store so you could buy toilets and stuff like that. . . .
-RPD: Fun for you, but not so fun for the Sims, I think.-
Well, it's nice to dream about.
Okay, I have things to write and read and all that jazz. Slept in WAY too late today.
-VD2: I know -- 1:16 isn't even like you! Are you sure you're not sick?-
-OD: That stomach bug could still be incubating. *tentacles attempt to check temperature*-
No, no, I think my habit of staying up to 2:30 even on work nights just caught up with me. Add to that I can't shake the feeling of today being Saturday. . . .
-VD: Internal clock all out of order?-
Yeah, something like that. Anyway, ta.
