Wherein the spy obsession get the better of eBear.
mood: 
weird
weirdmusic: Richard Thompson - Crawl Back Under My Stone / Edie - Crumbl
When I looked over and they were holding hands in the hot tub, and taking turns ducking under the water, I realized that the sex lives of inch-high simulated spies were among the Secrets Man Was Not Meant To Know. It just figures I have slashy Sims. And that Illya has a crush on Mrs. Peel, and Napoleon nags him about it constantly.
Anyway, Illya and Napoleon have moved in together now. They spent the morning after playing chess for eight solid hours. Don't look at me; I'm just the benevolent God who keeps sending them buckets of money.
Okay, I did buy them the chess board. And the electric guitar. And the hot tub, come to think of it.
In any case, that left #6 free for John Drake, so I have him, the Men from UNCLE, and Mrs. Peel in play, and I mean to bring back Steed, the I Spy guys, and the surviving Mission:Impossible team members tonight. (You will recall that Phelps and Cinnamon perished in a tragic bacon cooking accident early on in the game).
Mr. Drake seems to be settling in nicely. I figure it's only a matter of time before he starts vanishing on long business trips, however, to places with casinos and sea cliffs.
Emma's gardener never waters her plants, I think. I don't know what she pays him for. Maybe she's like a basketball court...
In other news, I am an insane person who intended to go out with the boy to watch meteors tonight, come home, shower, and go to work at four AM.
Anybody want a toke of this crack pipe?
Fortunately for my sanity, my stomach intervened with a gastric complaint, so as soon as I post this, I'm going to bed.
New Words:
Total Words:
Reason for stopping: bed
Mammalian Assistance: There are mammals around here?
Stimulants: grapefruit juice, spearmint tea
Books in progress: Caroline Stevermer, When the King Comes Home.
Books finished: Kathryn Allen, Equal Opportunity.
aaarggh...why can't I find time to muck around with mine? *ponders*
So I figured this was more efficient.
I have just been letting them run on my laptop (which I use for writing when I'm not home) and occasionally reaching over to poke them when I realize they're about to starve to death or have gotten themselves trapped behind the sofa again.
Like goldfish, really. Restful.
And I only wish we'd been able to see the meteorite shower here - was and is pouring rain. Figures. The best gift I ever got for my birthday month, and 3/4 of the time I can't even see them.
We lost Rollin last ight, too. Apparently unable to learn by example, he set the kitchen on fire cooking lunch for Napoleon and Barney, and Barney wasn't fast enough on the fire extinguisher to save him.
Also alas, poor Martin Landau. I fear I'm going to have to break down and teach Barney and Willy to cook if I want to keep them alive. Maybe I can get Jim, Rollin, and Cinnamon restarted in another house, and convince Barney and Willie to marry in. Their place is kind of a dump, anyway....
That's the read addiction of Simdom. $10 maid service and never having to grocery shop.
Oh, and the CRAPPIEST jobs in the entire world still pay $200+ a day. And there's ALWAYS a carpool available.
THAT'S what's so addictive about The Sims.
Oh, and that you can make $2000+ a day as a self-employed lawn gnome manufacturer.
*g*
I'm afraid to get the game myself, for fear of full-blown drooling obsession.
Or having them all die. Because I am fluffy and project human feelings on inanimate objects like old towels, I doubt I could deal with a Sim dying on me.
So I rely on friends list entries telling about theirs.
Thank you for sharing.
(And go team Illya/Napoleon!)
And re the popularity of the Sims posts ... you could take it as a positive commentary on your storytelling skills. There are, for example, many LJ Sims communities, but I avoid them (and they tend to die out quickly) because the storytelling skills just aren't there.
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Any chance of putting some Prisoner sims in there? Even just that balloon thing that went around suffocating Patrick McGoohan whenever he got uppity.
How come my benevolent God never bought me a guitar?
Unfortunately, I'm not much of a Prisoner fan. Even though I have taken to calling the whole thing The Village.
It's running on a different computer, but maybe when I'm travelling this fall I'll get some screen shots up, since I'll be using my laptop for Internet.
As featured in The Prisoner parody ep of The Simpsons:
"What made you think a beach ball would stop him??!!?"
"Shut up! That's why!"
Shut up! That's why!
I did like the Simpsons episode.
Better than I liked The Prisoner, come to think of it.