Remodeling the house
Mood:  silly
Topic: Brain candy
I've been looking at the project for quite a few days now. I put a quick sketch down on paper, how I want to arrange the new rooms. I think we can keep the central wall, but everything else is going to be moved. The plumbing and the light fixtures will all get shuffled around, and I'm sure all of the carpeting will come up. I'll have to wait until there's a big enough stockpile of cash, but it shouldn't take that long.

Sims have such manageable lives. It makes for such a nice day long time sink once in a while to spin the Sims disk and see what sort of trouble my little artificial people can get into.

My usual plan with a Sims situation is to make a single Sim and try to get him to some place in his life before I get bored playing him. Micromanaging every life in a family gets annoying when they start doing stupid shit on their own. But this time around I found a fun way to get more out of play - I made a brother and sister Sim family (Taylor and Bonita Cingle), and have them living together, but separate lives.

Big surprise, he's a whore. I don't do it, I really don't do it. Well, maybe a little... But seriously, for some reason when I make male Sims other male Sims want to chat them up. Was that some sort of patch I didn't realize I installed? In any case, Taylor's already gotten his sister's man to fall in love with him. Bonita still has no clue, but that may not last for much longer.

I laughed my ass off today when I had Taylor with her bf at the park. I was experimenting with the cab/oldtown/downtown rules things (because you never know how it'll make passengers work when you invite people to places), and the park was the only interesting place to go. Anyway, the big entertainment there was some guy playing a sax, so I had them listen, grab a donut, and listen some more. Now you can't distinguish Sims by voice, so I don't know which guy did it, but one of them booed him the second time just before I had Taylor call the cab to go home. It was probably him, since by then his meters were running red.

So now my next project when I turn that game on is to get their cash up a few more K so I can rebuild and fix the mistakes I made on their house. Exciting, I know...

Vigilance
Mood:  bright
Topic: Life in Texas
Yeah I knew those critters were looking a bit restless. The hay is getting low, and when I leaned the tester against the fence there was no pop. Had to look the entire back yard fence over to find where the hotwire was tangled. They knew they could get over it too, because I had to chase one over the hotwire after I turned it on, and it (not sure what it is) didn't have trouble finding the little spot where it could hop right over.

Don't tempt us to sell you, little beef critters.

Elaborate setup
Mood:  rushed
Topic: Faire warning
Passage may or may not have been booked. The guy what owns dis blog may or may not be in Californication on April 1st. A pickup may or may not have already been arranged. Striped socks may or may not be worn that day.

You may or may not have been warned.

Brent the blond
Mood:  silly
Topic: Various webshit
Brent and another blond living in Oklahoma were sitting on a bench talking and Brent says to the other blond, "Which do you think is farther away Florida or the moon?"
The other blond turns and says "Helloooooooooo, can you see Florida.?????"

No wait, there's more...

My lips taste like blackberry brandy
Mood:  celebratory
Topic: Mixed bag
Had a nice visit with Viva and her man-friend. Like an extra end to the week we got do do dinner and have a good time. Watched that curling thing, which I got all fascinated with. Didn't blog it, but I'll say it seems a weird genetic predestiny that when I mentioned it to Mom she said that's about all they had on tv where she grew up - that and hockey. Caught the Project Runway reunion show and laughed my ass off. Viva's man-friend didn't quite get it, but hey he didn't watch the whole show.

Oh, and she accidentally bought a tractor. Fortunately we girls got to watch - ooookay, now I feel mean about calling him her man-friend. This nickname thing... Anyway, he got to drive it out to the Ponderosa with us in the pickup leading him. But first he had to climb in the back window, because the door was jammed somehow. He got it parked by the barn, and then Viva and I were just hanging out in her pickup, waiting for him to get his butt out of the machine. Finally he starts opening the window and yelling that it won't stop running.

Oy. So good to be one of the girls. He finally got the thing secured, and I got more Viva time back at the house. And we had lunch at Leal's, which now seems to be the restaurant for company.

So now I'm burning one while I finish cleaning the lag out of the internet from this week. Busy busy busy busy busy. I've got 4 tabs now, and plinks off the #bearcave, and I'm getting stuff from the game bin updated so I can move them along. All kinds of crap happened this week.

Hell, these flavored ones aren't the only paper I got this week.

Bad karma moment
Mood:  mischievious
Topic: Life in Texas
I had to go out in the freezing cold today to separate the cattle into 2 groups. Among those that got hauled off to the sale today was the red heifer that decided she was allowed to run pretty much where she pleased. Even after the last escape nonsense got fixed she somehow still managed to get out - I don't know how - and we had to pen the whole herd up to keep from having to chase them around again.

I hope that little bitch gets sold to a roper and ridden like a $10 whore on Mardi Gras. Teach that fucker to escape from hamburger high school. She'll look back on her days here fondly and wish she'd behaved, I'll betcha.

I know, that's totally mean. She started it.

Unhappy that I was correct
Mood:  d'oh
Topic: Brain candy
Fucking Santino made it to the final 3 on Project Runway. Bleah!

And honestly, I really don't have anything else to say about it.

Filler
Mood:  suave
Topic: Nothing in particular
I'm bored and nearly at the end of my bottle of rum. I have nothing interesting to blog about.

I was dead ass asleep when the plumber showed up to fix the damage the cows did. The hubby left a blank check for me to fill in - the plumber obliged and did the paperwork for me and left the bill on the dishwasher.

Having grown up in SoCal I still find it a bit weird living with the door unlocked. I suppose we should start locking the doors, since you never know when some tweaker bastard is going to show up and try to steal shit from us. Not that we have much of anything worth stealing, but tweakers don't know any better once they get to that breaking into houses mode.

I have been procrastinating my ass off on just about every creative project on my list. Pretty much business as usual, and not particularly interesting.

I want something new to happen.

Bad bad cow!
Mood:  irritated
Topic: Life in Texas
Again I want to beat the cattle. Not content with simple escape, they've turned to vandalism.

See, last night I turned the tap on in the kitchen and got nothing but a vague sucking sound. After going out and checking to make sure the water line into the cattle tank didn't bust, I changed the filter in the well house and figured that would fix things. The water pressure was fine after that, of course, because I gotta shut the water off to change the filter and that gave the tank time to pressure up again. But a little bit later I noticed that the pressure was a bit limp. Didn't think much of it at the time, mainly because I didn't want to trek out in the fek cold again in the middle of the night.

Cut to this morning, when I tried to start up the dishwasher and again got nothing. I checked the various places where water problems can surface, and it turns out that the freeze-proof spigot that I was using as a secondary water for the cows source was broken off somewhere under the ground and oozing water. Those bastard animal rubbed up against it and broke it off!

You will pay bovines, and on that day I will laugh. Oh how I will laugh.

You have got to be fucking kidding me
Mood:  loud
Topic: Bitchy rants
Children are being brainwashed by more extremist xian bullshit. I am so fucking tired of hearing about this. What is wrong with these pansy-ass xians that their deity can't take a little demystification? What, your fucking 'God' couldn't possibly create and manage an entire universe based on elegant and complex processes that take human beings generations to finally unravel? Everything in that damn book has to be taken literally? Go to heaven you fucktards and leave the rest of us alone.

Actually, I've been bombarded with a bunch of crap in this particular vein the past couple days. So much, in fact, that I can't even articulate it all. As soon as I start to think about it it makes me start to grind my teeth. And then the Tourette's syndrome kicks in (evidenced above), and then pretty much it all breaks down into gibbering and hateful thoughts. These anti-reason, anti-freedom idiots and their Old World Order make me want to blow my fucking brains out just to get away from them.

I'm gonna take a few shots of rum now and pray the voices in my head shut up a while.