7.22 Permanent Redirect
Here we go. Let’s keep kicking the can that is this legacy!
Previously, Siesta decided that seven uniquely blossoming personalities were just too many, and shipped Ixi off to Snob School (her wish, not mine).
While I do not condone her choices, I too am overwhelmed by numbers – especially when you account for a cat, two robots, and the fact that she and Dusty are mentally five.
I decide that the easiest way to deal with this is to keep them all in one place. As in literally cram them into a singular vehicle. What could go wrong?
Kau: Are we there yet?
Acara: Obviously not. We haven’t even left.
Dudley (driving): Left?
Siesta: No! You stupid hunk of junk!
Kiko: Jeez Mom, why don’t you ship him off to boarding school too?
Dusty: Who went to boarding school?
Tonu: Another day tells the tale of flowers.
Pete: ROD TURP!
Kougra: *dying a slow death in a middle seat* Read the rest of this entry
7.21 Too Many Requests
What up, Simming World? I am pleased to announce that, after 1,118 days abroad, I am finally back in Canada and reunited with my beautiful, wonderful, absolute hunk of a PC. ❤
He’s been carefully preserved in a
carbonite slab garbage bag inside a room that, during the last three years, has accumulated far less dust than my lungs did in Seoul.
After a tentative foray into the game, I can confirm that my saves are (mostly) booting, my CC is intact, and my mods are not crying out for updates. Probably because NraaS stopped updating in like 2018, but I digress.
I am less pleased to announce that I still have like ten posts’ worth of old crap to slog through before I can actually do anything with those saves. Who had money on “Gryff renews contract TWICE and still doesn’t run out of content”? Most of you, I presume.
Previously, Siesta and Dusty’s quads aged out of puddinghood and into fully-fledged faces of their own. Allow me to reintroduce them.
Here we have Darth Maul…
…and a dolphin sprouting majestically from her butt.
Kiko: I’ll take it.
5.13 Simply Brilliant
Well, I just finished a six-month temp contract at an office, wrapped up my first quidditch season as a coach, and filed my tax return. That’s enough adulting for a while, thanks.
Nobody illustrates my feelings quite like Skydancer.
Sky: I’m not even adulting. I’m literally living in this library, reading books on how to talk to people and never actually talking to people.
Welcome to the formal education system!
Sky: I don’t want it.
Yes, this one is still working on her Charisma. Quite frankly, after witnessing Galadriel Evans the Skilling Machine, I’m embarrassed for her. She’s supposed to be a Genius.