Monthly Archives: May 2015
AND WE’RE BACK with another instalment of “We could be on Generation 8 by now but Sam is a lame-o storyteller so let us waste time and frolic.”
It’s a fine day for frolicking, with the sun in the sky and the azaleas in bloom and the world’s dumbest roommates canoodling in the background.
Garrison: I’ll kiss anything that breathes.
Tammy: I make drama for kicks.
Garrison: Let us tango.
Lev: God, I really can’t get away from it.
Now that we’re acquainted with the new house, let the breaking-in commence! Or more likely just the breaking.
Weston: Gilded wainscoting, crystal chandeliers, solid gold bathtubs… This place must have cost us approximately—
A shit ton, yes, thank you Mr. Frugal. Maybe don’t check out Lira’s room because it contains $6600 worth of curtains. XD
You didn’t think the generation heading was just a metaphor, did you? XD
Take it from an English major: nothing is ever “just a metaphor.”
You probably caught on to my heavy-handed foreshadowing when Lira smashed the toy dollhouse and vowed to create its replica. No? Or maybe you’re a comment reader and you’ve noticed umbramuse and me talking about Midnight Hollow. Or, if you’re as unperceptive as I am and this is all new to you, that’s great! SURPRISE! Confetti and fanfare and ribbon snipping and all that.
Anyway, here we are in creepyville, third home of the Dysfunkshinul Legacy. I know what I said about “clean and simple” neighbourhoods, and Sunset Valley is still my favourite. But a while back, I had a stroke of madness and splurged on some Simpoints, which I never do. I decided to invest them in sprucing up the fourth generation of this wacky business. And no, I’m not talking about the Haunted Spruce Trees lining the Langurds’ new abode.
Are you ready for a good old-fashioned game of whodunnit?
Well too bad, ‘cause there’s very little mystery here. It’s been clear for a few chapters that there’s no love lost between Lira and Weston, and clear for Lira’s whole life that she’s up to no good.
Weston: For heaven’s sake, where are we going?
Lira: Isn’t this wonderful? The snow is blowing so white on the mountain tonight!
It has come to my attention that I wrote my Liebster post both too slowly and in too much of a hurry, because I totally missed ixot’s nomination! Once again, ridiculously honoured at your kind words (Tewl doesn’t deserve them) so thank you, and here are more Q&A things because I had a blast with the last ones anyway:
1. Have you had a hobby/interest that you have completely given up nowadays? What and why?
Yes! My life is a long string of these. Most notably, I was a competitive figure skater for about 13 years. That sport is such a mind game. I would perfect a jump and completely lose it in the space of an hour. Not to sound narcissistic, but I think I would have been better off in skating if my mind weren’t so active (“overthinking it” is your enemy). I try to get back into it occasionally, but I won’t be landing my double lutz anytime soon.
Well, aren’t I chuffed! After a year of lousy updating, you guys still have the goodness in your hearts to do stuff like this. Thanks a bajillion to umbramuse who nominated me first, and to Heather and MichelleLynn who also nominated me for the Lobster Liebster Award!
I don’t usually do the warm and fuzzy stuff, but I’m gonna have to slip in some realtalk. It’s a funny little community we have here, with our Simming and our pictures and funnies and scorekeeping and whatever else. Have you ever sat back and looked at your blog and thought “What even is this?” It’s hard to explain what we do to most people, or even find a WordPress category that can begin to contain it. But however little and however specialized, I love being a part of a blogosphere where everyone is so supportive of one another’s creative endeavours, and in general, just so dang awesome.
Well, considering how confident I was last chapter in my hermity caveman ways, a lot has actually happened since I put that post out. I went on a forest adventure, tried to move into my new place but failed, and had a job interview. Oh, and I got my first tattoo! Basically, I’m still an unemployed deadbeat but I’m an unemployed deadbeat who dipped one toe in the waters of real life for half a second. Yay, me!
Speaking of unemployed deadbeats, it occurred to me that the last Langurd to hold a steady job was… well, Morgana, and I had no part in her getting or keeping that job. Three generations of dicking around later, our fortunes are dwindling and I’ve decided to crack down on my heirs, start funnelling them down the narrow road of career society. Just kidding, but I’m accepting that we won’t last forever on book royalties and broken space rocks. Someone’s gotta put food on the table and all that.
Raggedy: You gonna finish that?