Time Waster is FF.net
Feb. 16th, 2007 11:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chick-D: ANIMANIACS? That's been a while, hasn't it?-
Eh, I was bored, figured I'd see what was shaking in that fandom. Relates back to BTTF TAS, which relates back to "Marty In Wonderland," so it's all one big, beautiful chain.
-DW: One that has lead to you not writing all day.-
I know, I know. . . .
-VD: You always say that.-
*shrug* What else am I supposed to say? "Internet is shiny?" You people know that.
-VD2: We're feeling neglected here! Except for HatterDoc, but he's lucky enough to get guest art.-
People like "Alice In Wonderland." And you've gotten guest art too, remember.
-VD2: Don't remind me.-
Half-naked guest art counts.
-HD: I still don't understand why she dressed me like Reginald.-
*shrug* Her pic. Though, really, it's not a bad look for you. Though I prefer the purple top hat. I like the invention though.
-TD: You know, that might be useful for your own tea table.-
-HD: *musing* I have had a few ideas about automatic washers -- especially since before, I COULDN'T get up. . . .-
-MHG: Glad those days are over. Very awkward when we had to take a leak.-
Yeah, I can bet.
-RPD: At least you got your Simming done. Who was it today?-
Strickland.
I was late with Moose, so I thought I'd give him a go. Breakfast was fried eggs and bacon, just for variety.
He headed to work after some studying, then came home at one with a friend, Melissa Fancey.
They got along while, discussing their job and Melissa's fake attendence at University. . . .
However, Strickland doesn't consider her much to look at. Of his female acquaintences, the only one he has even one bolt for is -- duh dun duh duh -- Sally Baines! I think SHE'S becoming a neighborhood slut.
-M: At least it isn't me or Doc this time.-
I HATE THE WOLVES. I don't mind them wandering on the lots, but why do they have to have the power to dig holes?!
After lunch, a hot bath, and all that jazz, Strickland called up Buford and best-friended him. He also tried to get him interested in the fine arts, but I'm sure that just flew over Buford's head.
Getting the Mechanical point he needs to get another promotion is celebrated via ice cream sundae.
Then painting until bed. He doesn't do much. Gotta get these people out of the house more.
Since I had a little free time, I started work on the Eureka version of the Cafe 80s. Doesn't look too bad, does it?
-RPD: Not exactly like the real Cafe 80s. . . .-
Yeah, but I'm not going for exact realism here. Now, at least, every Downtown lot has something on it, even if it's not done.
-RPD: *grin* Good point. What's coming up with the Eureka Sims, anyway?-
I'm sending Allison and Cyd on a date. :) Barty's going downtown too, while the Carters are going clothes shopping in the neighborhood. The newly kidified Arthur needs some appropriate duds. Not sure what will happen with the Smiths yet.
-DW: Gym visit?-
Maybe. . . .
Okay, I'd better get writing before you all hurt me.
-TD: At least post "Pretend You Don't Hear" already. You're right, that FanFic group IS dead.-
*shrug* February is a dull month, I guess. Who knows. . . .
Eh, I was bored, figured I'd see what was shaking in that fandom. Relates back to BTTF TAS, which relates back to "Marty In Wonderland," so it's all one big, beautiful chain.
-DW: One that has lead to you not writing all day.-
I know, I know. . . .
-VD: You always say that.-
*shrug* What else am I supposed to say? "Internet is shiny?" You people know that.
-VD2: We're feeling neglected here! Except for HatterDoc, but he's lucky enough to get guest art.-
People like "Alice In Wonderland." And you've gotten guest art too, remember.
-VD2: Don't remind me.-
Half-naked guest art counts.
-HD: I still don't understand why she dressed me like Reginald.-
*shrug* Her pic. Though, really, it's not a bad look for you. Though I prefer the purple top hat. I like the invention though.
-TD: You know, that might be useful for your own tea table.-
-HD: *musing* I have had a few ideas about automatic washers -- especially since before, I COULDN'T get up. . . .-
-MHG: Glad those days are over. Very awkward when we had to take a leak.-
Yeah, I can bet.
-RPD: At least you got your Simming done. Who was it today?-
Strickland.
I was late with Moose, so I thought I'd give him a go. Breakfast was fried eggs and bacon, just for variety.
He headed to work after some studying, then came home at one with a friend, Melissa Fancey.
They got along while, discussing their job and Melissa's fake attendence at University. . . .
However, Strickland doesn't consider her much to look at. Of his female acquaintences, the only one he has even one bolt for is -- duh dun duh duh -- Sally Baines! I think SHE'S becoming a neighborhood slut.
-M: At least it isn't me or Doc this time.-
I HATE THE WOLVES. I don't mind them wandering on the lots, but why do they have to have the power to dig holes?!
After lunch, a hot bath, and all that jazz, Strickland called up Buford and best-friended him. He also tried to get him interested in the fine arts, but I'm sure that just flew over Buford's head.
Getting the Mechanical point he needs to get another promotion is celebrated via ice cream sundae.
Then painting until bed. He doesn't do much. Gotta get these people out of the house more.
Since I had a little free time, I started work on the Eureka version of the Cafe 80s. Doesn't look too bad, does it?
-RPD: Not exactly like the real Cafe 80s. . . .-
Yeah, but I'm not going for exact realism here. Now, at least, every Downtown lot has something on it, even if it's not done.
-RPD: *grin* Good point. What's coming up with the Eureka Sims, anyway?-
I'm sending Allison and Cyd on a date. :) Barty's going downtown too, while the Carters are going clothes shopping in the neighborhood. The newly kidified Arthur needs some appropriate duds. Not sure what will happen with the Smiths yet.
-DW: Gym visit?-
Maybe. . . .
Okay, I'd better get writing before you all hurt me.
-TD: At least post "Pretend You Don't Hear" already. You're right, that FanFic group IS dead.-
*shrug* February is a dull month, I guess. Who knows. . . .
