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Thursday, 30 September 2004
in your face, michaelangelo! So I just painted the ceiling of the little bedroom, in about an hour or so. Now, I've never seen the Sistine Chapel, but chapels are generally pretty small. Even if it was only, say about twice the size of our room (a fairly generous chapel!), I still think he was being pretty slack taking four years. I'd sympathise with him on the bit where the walls meet the ceiling, that's a tough part, but you know, beyond that... A roller on the end of a broomstick, that's the trick, Michael.
Mind you, I suppose he had to leave work to go and fight crime with his Turtle buddies a lot. Still, he should've had a subcontractor of some sort to take up the slack. He was lucky the Pope didn't call Watchdog. "This shady decorator has taken four years to paint one ceiling..!"
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As we know from the song, when the evil Shredder attacks those Turtle boys don't cut him no slack. So why should the Pope cut him anyway? These things go both ways and that's something Micky is going to have to accept.
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Tuesday, 28 September 2004
sleep tight I've had my first Sims anxiety dream. The Grim Reaper sort of glided up to Bonnie - this is my Sim couple I was talking about the other day, the ones I was remaking in Body Shop - and obviously it was her time (somehow, it's not like she was doing anything dangerous..). Malcolm* was sitting at the table eating a toaster pasty; he was in the foreground, Bonnie and the Reaper were in the background. Immediately I realised he had to plead for her life, but it took so long to get him to stop eating and get his arse in gear that the Reaper took Bonnie and I was most put out.
*Their surname is Oeuf. Do you see what I did there?
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Thursday, 23 September 2004
choice, the agony thereof After a few days with Sims 2 now, I've been creating lovely (and some not-so-lovely) Sims in the in-game Create mode. I'd kind of overlooked Body Shop, because, well, it was released before the game and surely it's less advanced..?
Nuh-uh. IT ALL KINDS OF ROCKS! The tweaks available in there are mind-boggling compared to Create-A-Sim. I'm currently recreating my favoured Sim couple from the first game and oh god, they're just gorgeous.
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Tuesday, 21 September 2004
"write in journal"
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I can send pizza, or a plate of cans of coke, since my microwave isn't working.
(I've resisted Sims2. It's taken a lot of work, and buying City of Heroes, NWN and Locomotion instead. But I've resisted Sims2...) ShwyneHyme!
Do not resist... It's so very good.
Limiting in that it's brand new and so no downloadable content yet. But so much fun! I've been literally bouncing up and down and clapping with sheer delight at points. It's all terribly humiliating.
I ordered it on Sunday. Couldn't find a Game anywhere in central london on friday *scowl* and Harrods didn't stock it...surprise surprise...mmmmkrispykremedonuts. It still hasn't arrived despite being posted on Monday *scowl*. So I'm downloading it and seeing if that takes as long as the Postal Service!
Damn I want Sims 2 so bad. One of the people on the SomethingAwful forums was a developer for it and did a most excellent screen capture session showing people dying in amusing ways :) covered in beeeeees! hurryuppostoffice
Places to look for Game and it's ilk in central London (other than the damnable Oxford Street) would be the larger national rail stations - most of them have record/game shops and can be counted on for new and shiny releases.
I have now ordered Sims 2. It will be here on Friday.
This is your fault, and if it causes me to lose my job, I shall track you down and pelt you with ice cream. Ice cream with hard, crunchy bits in it.
I await your pelting with an open mouth.
I'm taking bets now on how long it takes you to make an Aquarion Sim.
Hah. Last time I built SimAquarion it argued with SimMoth about telephones, men in suits and television, and then fell in love with the SimNattie and pined forevermore when she died in a freak accident involving a SimToaster, a SimRug, and a SimFireplace.
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I'm now avoiding putting real people in the Sims. Friday, 17 September 2004
sod everything else Here's the chocolates.
The gold flecks you see at the bottom there? Gold leaf. Yeah. There's silver leaf, too. And on the right, that's a cinnamon chocolate, and the one in the middle is jasmine and it's all a bit weird and yum.
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the one with the coffee bean on it looks awfully familiar...you didn't go to Buckingham P to get them, did you?
My dear, when one *lives* in London, one does not *do* the Palace thing. Horrible, ghastly, ugly place. No, they came from nowhere more exciting than Waitrose, they're Chocolate Society choccies and they're pretty much the most.
Roccoco call the coffee bean one "Venus Nipple". Makes it hard for one to eat it sensibly.
ehehe...we went to a chocolatier on the way to James Street (so posh eeee), it was heaven.
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Maybe the same people make the Buckingham P chocolates. I gave my Venus Nipples away to people who can have coffee. i was going to post but the oven is beeping, meaning my potato is ready. so i guess it'll have to wait.
Things I should cover - bread, chocolate, Prince Harry, Metroid Prime.. and stuff.
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Thursday, 9 September 2004
no smoke without.. So I just had a little wander over to the park we thought was on fire last night. And what did I find? Dogs, tiny children being taken for walks, trees.. nothing charred at all. So I walked on further, and there..
Hey! That's rural idyll! Not a fire-scarred wasteland! Very disappointing, though quite nice to just discover round the back of the houses opposite. Still, not exactly what I was looking for. I continued my search and found..
It was a shed, in the allotments. A small tree was taken with it. So much smoke, but really very little fire. A nice little walk, nonetheless.
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they keep starting fires.. Last night I walked into the bedroom and Flapjack told me to stop moving. I assumed I was making too much noise, galumphing over the floorboards. And I was, for there was to be heard a cracking, popping noise from outside. I stood by the window and listened, but couldn't place the source, looked up and down the street, because it seemed to be coming from everywhere...
Then I looked up at the houses opposite, and behind them there was a huge orange glow, smoke, glowing cinders flying into the air.. Yup, Walthamstow was on fire again (this is after the shopping centre in town, and Momart? That was just down the road, saw that from the bedroom window). I tried to get a piccie, while Flppy called the fire brigade. Hmm. My priorities seem a bit off there.
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Momart was not Walthamstow. I will grant you the shopping centre though. Really, everytime you post about the house or environs you are critical - flies, spiders and now a little bit of harmless arson - it's a wonder you still grace us with your presence.
I did say it was down the road. And, honestly, your blog is all sunshine and flowers, I just have to balance it a little. And, you know, I do post nice things about the house/area. So ner.
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Monday, 6 September 2004
winners and losers I did my mine canary impression for Alien vs Predator, and I'm still tweeting, just about. Not about the film, but generally. You know. Tweet. Tweet.
So how you been? Personally, I've been pretty okay. I made some sort of biscuity things last night and they were quite nice. That's definite. Nice. We cooked chinese food on Saturday and the damn fish paste we made won't come out of the blender, which is lovely as you'd imagine. I managed to need to change shirts twice that evening, which means I'm clearly very messy (ice cream first, chicken stock next). Well done, that moth! Flppy made spring rolls (yep, made) while we searched the inter-web for holiday homes in Whitby, which is where we're going next year with her family. It should be fun, I haven't had a holiday in years. I'm currently in a writing sort of mood, and I have a big idea finally starting to make sense in my head, which is always pretty exciting. Whether it'll make sense when I shove it into Final Draft is another question entirely, but the process is always... um, well, actually it's always a slog and a frustrating one at that. So we'll see.
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Wednesday, 1 September 2004
deux This post marks the second anniversary of Moth and Flapjack. No flowers, please. We don't have enough vases*.
*Not true, we have a million vases archive
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