On a related topic, there's something mildly subversive about the fact that the best way to keep one's Sims happy is to cheat to give them vast inherited wealth so they don't have to slave for a living, hire them a maid and a gardener, buy them a lot of toys and let them do whatever they want.
Who would have thought that a popular video game would provide such a high-level critique of the excesses of the capitalist system?
Progress notes for yesterday (7 August 2004):
Mammalian Assistance: There's a mastiff behind my chair, and I was headbumped by Marlowe, purred at by Mebd, poked by Signy, and envulturated by Ollie. That's everybody except Mith, but Mith is a self-possessed young cat and prefers the house felines to the canines and hominids. I took pictures of Oliver doing his blue-eyed vulture routine, but he was backlit. However, if they come out, I'll post one here, so you all can see what a cosmetically challenged cat looks like. *g*
Stimulants: green mint tea
Books in progress: Caroline Stevermer, When the King Comes Home. Still. I haven't actually read any of it in days, not because it's not good, but because I've been engrossed in my silly computer game.
Speaking of which, I can't get Napoleon out of the hot tub, and Emma's taken up painting since nobody will return her calls.....
...I don't, 'cause all I want is you--