I think some therapy may be in this child's future. That's Brandi Broke's daughter, having a crush-dream about her!
So. We are following the latest pixel_trade craze; making interesting-looking kiddos in Body Shop and growing them up to Adult size without much (or any) change. Makes for some pretty neat breeding material, I say. Therefore, I present to you:
( Come see! )
Do you see it? When I look at the Sims when they're standing in front of water, the ripples affect them. It's like a Star Trek transporter gone bad.
( It...uh...didn't end well. )
I don't usually bother with putting my Sims into the Show Business career, unless it's their lifetime want--and that's pretty rare. I mean, why bother with the career reward when you've got InSim, right? (Although I have to admit the failed facelifts are pretty funny.)
However, my Chester Gieke got a job in that track, so the facelift machine is on the lot. And since his teenage daughter's friends with Melody Tinker, whose hair and makeup I loathe, I bought a makeover chair as well.
Well, when Melody sat down for her makeover, even though teens aren't supposed to be able to use the facelift thing, I got the "modify facial structure" screen instead of the "change appearance" one. So now I get to experiment with putting the facelift reward into someone's inventory, using a vanity table instead of the Ug-No-More, and all sorts of fun stuff.
Weird.
- Mood:mildly irked.
Mansion & Garden Stuff Pack
I'd held out until now on the stuff packs, but the whole reason I went to the site today in the first place is that I'm lusting after the Ikea stuff, as well as a few others. Then I saw THAT.
I am doomed.
- Mood:WANT.
One is that...I thought when you were creating a pet, you could accept the pet, then go back and edit it and the sliders would all be back to center? Not the case when I tried it today, and I'm miffed because I really wanted to create a dog with some extreme features. I'm bein' STIFLED here, people!
Another grumble is just that I tried to build a split-level house...well, I succeeded in building it, but for whatever reason, the middle floor just will not light when I use ceiling lamps. I've made certain I'm installing them on the correct level, the lighting levels are set to High in my graphics panel, and I even tested to make sure the area counted as being enclosed. No dice; I had to use the moveobjects on cheat and install pool lights all around the perimeter of the living room just so my Sim won't stub her toe!
*hmph*
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dragancaor posted a link to this test, and while I did put this in her comments section (under my secret identity, shh!), I thought I'd share it here as well.I must not have much in the way of personality; I had to fill in three points just to get to the default 25, lol.
4 - Sloppy(ish)
4 - Shy(ish)
4 - Lazy(ish)
7 - Playful. No argument on that one.
3 - Grouchy, damn it. ;-)
This puts me as a Taurus in the game, when I'm actually an Aquarius, but the two signs are similar, so I guess it's still pretty accurate. Kind of scary, actually!
But hey, Halloween's coming and we all like a good scare now and again, so why not take the test and let me know what you got?
- Mood:curious like Lazlo
Actually, I don't know whether you do or not, but what the hell; have at it!
A Simgypsy of your very own!
If you care about such matters, I'm including a bit of a "What is your Sim like?" questionnaire I nabbed from somewhere,
( beneath the cut )
Have fun!
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pixel_trade community. (JOIN US!)If'n you haven't read the entry pertaining to this experiment, I"m told it's fairly entertaining. For now, though, let's get to the downloads!
( We want the fug, give up the fug )
Tech note: All of the Sims except Padua were at college at the time I extracted them. I cloned them in BodyShop and set their ages to Adult for any of you who don't have University, since I didn't know if it would bork your game to download a young adult. To the best of my knowledge, they've also been packaged wearing only base-game compatible clothing--although there is the odd custom hair or skintone in there. Any problems, let me know and we'll see if we can fix it. Enjoy!
- Mood:revoltingly happy
pixel_trade community. This month's simsperiment involves breeding pixelcurious's Edsel Ishkabibble, dothesmustle's Tyler Peet, selzi's Haakon Larsen and simgaroop's Edward Broke--whom I liked so much, by the way, that I later Townified him and married him into my new Legacy. :-DNow then; on to the genetic fun! I bring you....
I like fug Sims and I cannot lie.
I'll admit it, I went into this whole thing in the hopes that Edsel's special brand of prettiness would combine with the guys' unique features to produce some horrific creatures indeed. I even turned off the face-blending limits so they'd mesh more interestingly. Alas, as you can see from the teaser pic, not all these hopes came to fruition.
Some, however.... ( 80+ pics, a little naughtiness, and much YIKES behind cut )
Lord, that was fun. I am definitely doing more challenges from that community, and I urge you all to join up and do the same! (And post linkies, so I can come over and enjoy.)
- Mood:
happy
Yes, you'll even get a pond, so if you have Seasons you can start with fresh food. And rosebushes, too. Do you SEE how much I give you people?
I don't think that any expansion packs are necessary, unless some of the cheap paint was added in them. And the only custom content is a tile floor.
This package includes just about all the basics for a one or two-Sim family: ( Details and one more peekture )
So if you want it, just click here.... Lot-TowneCorner.zip
- Mood:sleepy but cheerful
I do want to point out that I arrrrr a file-sharing fool, so little of the clothing and NONE of the hairstyles are mine. However, if you open up Bodyshop or CAS and the little mouseover notification on something says "tg" or "use and share freely!" then I probably made it, so be nice, k? Thanks.
Here we go, though...clickie the piccy to get the Sim if you want him/her.
Henry VIII
( And tha ladies.... )
If I recall correctly, all these Sims are packaged with default skintones, and custom eyes. Enjoy!
- Mood:joyful
Anyway, I mentioned that I was going to use them for a hands-off, bastardized version of the Bachelor Challenge, and while I was doing it for my own entertainment and thus didn't take nearly enough pictures--and the ones I did take kind of suck--it pleases me no end to announce the "lucky" winner of Henry's hand in marriage as my personal favorite.....
Anne Boleyn!
I've always admired Anne, but I swear I did nothing to influence things between Sim-her and Sim-Henry; they were just nuts about each other from the beginning. (Much like real life, if some sources are to be believed.) The first thing I ever directed them to do was to have their First Kiss, and that wasn't until everyone else had moved out.
( Pictures and mini-story cut to save your Friends page )
The End of a satisfyingly rewritten history, courtesy of my three-bolt-chemistry Sims. ;-)
The End of a satisfyingly rewritten history, courtesy of my three-bolt-chemistry Sims. ;-)
- Mood:gleeful
gotaluvsims, who asked to see my Tudor creations. (Just so you know, they're in modern clothing, for the most part; it bugs me when my Sims wear old-fashioned stuff and behave...well, like Sims.)Please keep in mind, as well, that all of these folks* were created from a combination of portraits and my own imagination; I love to read fiction set in Tudor England, and the authors' descriptions of people obviously influence my own "vision".
*Kitty Howard and Jane Seymour are the exceptions to this. As I mentioned, I understand that there are no verified portraits of Catherine Howard, and as for Jane...I'm sorry. I know she was probably a very nice lady, but I just couldn't bring myself to make a Sim that looked like that. I'm too shallow.
But enough disclaimers...let's see the Sims. Here's Henry:
Henry Tudor, as a young, athletic and smooookin' hot Sim
( The ladies...and BONUS blathering about history as I know it )
Seriously, forgive the babbling. I love this subject, and if any of you are fellow enthusiasts and saw anything you think I got wrong, do let me know! It's tricky to separate fact from fiction, given the shortage of some records, and biased nature of others, so we may well have different knowledge. (I can understand why authors love to play around with this era! Fascinating and open to some interpretation. Drool....)
- Mood:cheerful
I decided to do a little "hands off" experiment. I made a Sim who was my version of Henry VIII of England (when he was young and handsome), then moved in the following female Sims:
( Details, details )
What I'm thinking of doing is to follow some form of the Bachelor Challenge, only with letting the Sims decide for themselves what to do. Whether they interact with the King, what they choose to do/talk about with him...I'm just letting nature take its course, and as in the Bachelor Challenge, I'm going to tally up the relationship scores at the end of each day, and whoever has the lowest with Henry goes bye-bye. Luckily for the ladies in question, though, they'll be going to the Sim Bin rather than the Tower. I am a merciful freak of nature.
So far, Kitty's been the one to cook, and as I expected from such a silly young girl, she burned the first meal. The rest of the ladies have played catch, gossiped, all the things you'd expect. But then they all went inside....
And now? Four of them are clustered around Henry, swooning and taking turns congratulating him on being hot.
Apparently it IS good to be the King.
simstorytellers, and it just sparked an idea that made me giggle a little. Perhaps it will do the same for you?
It was getting a treat. A treat.
I could hardly believe it, but my eyes--oh, my supremely sharp predator's eyes told me true. The young one, formerly my slave alone, had not only convinced his elders to allow this befreckled monstrosity into the household, he was now serving IT.
My own food dish, for I refuse to acknowledge it as shared, lay half-empty beside the thing's wildly waving tail. Even if the food had been fresh, as I had made perfectly clear I preferred, chances were great that "Spotty"--Bast, what a mind-numbingly mundane and silly name! Fitting, then. Yes, chances were that Spotty would either scramble to the dish ahead of my more dignified pace, or simply muscle me out of the way. After all, superior intelligence must, upon sad occasion, bow to superior strength. It's the law of nature.
Even that, I had accepted, trusting that the novelty of the beast's intrusion would fade, and I return to my rightful place as the object of adoration. I reminded myself that they had not gone so far as to remove the primitively-formed idol of me that rested upon the kitchen counter--although I would so have liked to lie in that spot myself occasionally, I understood their misguided attempts at homage, and thus forgave. They are, of course, only human.
But this? This betrayal? To be ignored by my former pet in favor of a slobbering, panting...DOG?
It could not be borne. It must not be borne! One of them would have to go.
And Spotty cannot operate the can opener....
I could hardly believe it, but my eyes--oh, my supremely sharp predator's eyes told me true. The young one, formerly my slave alone, had not only convinced his elders to allow this befreckled monstrosity into the household, he was now serving IT.
My own food dish, for I refuse to acknowledge it as shared, lay half-empty beside the thing's wildly waving tail. Even if the food had been fresh, as I had made perfectly clear I preferred, chances were great that "Spotty"--Bast, what a mind-numbingly mundane and silly name! Fitting, then. Yes, chances were that Spotty would either scramble to the dish ahead of my more dignified pace, or simply muscle me out of the way. After all, superior intelligence must, upon sad occasion, bow to superior strength. It's the law of nature.
Even that, I had accepted, trusting that the novelty of the beast's intrusion would fade, and I return to my rightful place as the object of adoration. I reminded myself that they had not gone so far as to remove the primitively-formed idol of me that rested upon the kitchen counter--although I would so have liked to lie in that spot myself occasionally, I understood their misguided attempts at homage, and thus forgave. They are, of course, only human.
But this? This betrayal? To be ignored by my former pet in favor of a slobbering, panting...DOG?
It could not be borne. It must not be borne! One of them would have to go.
And Spotty cannot operate the can opener....
- Mood:impish
I guess it mainly bothers me because I used to know someone with pedophiliac urges, and goddammit, it is nothing to laugh about. Y'know?
And yes, I know people have the right to put whatever they want in their stories, but...I just feel all squicky now. I wish they'd put warnings on their stuff so I know not to read it.
- Mood:ill
don'tstartafire-don'tstartafire-don'tstartafire-don'tstartafire-don'tstartafire-don'tstartafire-don'tstartafire-don'tstartafire....
Our first lesson, Mr. Centowski, is that you are never...EVER...mean to a dog in my presence. Enjoy your slow and agonizing death.
(I have never overreacted in my life, and I'll have words with anyone who says otherwise.)
- Mood:protective of my pixels, dammit
