#i had shit like deliverables and a time tracker.

[theduchessofnaxos]

I am at a strange point in my life where I am simultaneously a fully functional adult and a college student.

So I took vitamins and an omega 3 supplement this morning, but I washed them down with peach tea monster.

#the two years where i was a fully functional adult and not a college student already feel like a weird dream #i had an office. i wore business casual. #i had shit like deliverables and a time tracker. #now I'm lying in bed trying to figure out how I'm going to fit making challah for my classmates into writing my syllabus #(my syllabus is about Victorian fashion in the cultural consciousness. I'm structuring it around the peacock dress.) #(the peacock dress is actually for the coronation of Victoria's successor but that's not important.) #the first half of the class is going to be the reality of Victorian fashion and how they used it/thought about it #the second half is about the modern myths and how WE use it/think about it #both halves are going to end with the peacock dress - first the real one second that controversial recreation attempt #and we're going to talk about how we think about the period and how it's shaped us and how the way we misunderstand it shapes us #so it's secretly a class about *myths* in the cultural consciousness and how the history that we hold dear often isn't what really happened. #those kids won't know what hit them.

[grisdidthis]

The Glenn Legacy: G1, Entry #2

START HERE | PREVIOUSLY ON: Bimby Glenn, a nice, shy girl who loves painting and lives on instant meals, moved to the all but empty city of Kleinestad. After a brief attempt at making it in politics, Bimby discovered that she DGAF about that crap (and they weren’t paying her anyhow!) and quit her thankless job. Will she find success as a (???) freelancer and finally get the moneis for a roof? Stay tuned and discover!

It’s Day 10! Bimby managed to finish and sell a couple more paintings, which earned her just enough funds to cover her bills and keep the Repoman at bay. (Keeping those bills paid is a priority - it’s not like she has furniture she can spare for repossession.) In fact, her paintings are selling so well now that she has maxed out her creativity, that she even has the extra cash to buy a desk with a computer. Meaning that she now has a way to chat with the one human she knows (Nancy has no phone but is ALWAYS online, bless her millennial ass) and rack up relationship points so that love may eventually bloom.

The computer also opens up a new money making venue: having her creativity skill maxed out means that Bimby will do very well at novel writing, perhaps even pen a bestseller, without the need to practice. I’d side-eye this, as painting abstract weirdness in the rain has little to do with writing skills, but we can cheat and say that it was all that diary writing she did previously to meeting Nance that turned her into a wordsmith. Alright, then. What will her first work be about?

Channeling Michael Bay there, I see. Ah, well. It should sell like hotcake-

NOOOOOOOOOOO DID YOU FORGET TO PAY YOUR BILLS, BIMBY, I’M NEAR SURE THAT I WAS KEEPING TRACK OF THEM FOR YOU, PLEASE DON’T LET HIM TAKE THE TOILET-

Oh, wait! It’s just the delivery guy coming to bring you your complimentary author’s copy of "EXPLOSIONS”. Whew! That’s the price to pay for having all those default replacements. Perfectly benign delivery trucks make alarm bells start ringing. And “EXPLOSIONS” DID turn out to be a bestseller! She got 3k for it, hot damn. (IRL it would be a tremendously shitty advance. Then again, most novels aren’t written in 5 hours only and HEY THIS MEANS WE CAN DO SOME MORE BUILDING, WEEEEEEEEE!!!)

A ROOF! WALLS! WITH PAINT ON THEM! Our Bimby is moving up in the world!

(For anyone wondering, the object that looks like an Elixir of Life dispenser is ... not. It’s a lot time tracker that I’m using to keep on top of how many days it’s been since we moved Bimby in. VERY USEFUL when you have sims that will live a long ass time, like mine do.)

Sadly, there wasn’t enough money left after taking care of the newest helping of bills (and ordering some groceries, since the stock was running low) to make Chez Bimby have proper illumination. So she’ll be ruining her eyes texting Nancy in the dark, but hey, anything for a chance at acquiring a wife, right? 

The next day, having cleaned out all those old newspapers she had lying around, Bimby ambushes Nance to see her in person.

Aaaaaandddd all that late night chatting paid off! Bimby is SMILING! I think it’s the first time I’ve seen her having a genuinely good time since we moved her in and she was jumping rope, all carefree. Awwww, look how cute they are! 

(Yes, Bimby’s body mesh makes her clothes look weird and glitchy in some positions, but that’s the price to pay for wanting variety in your sims’ physiques.)

(The OTHER price you pay is that depending on the body you give them, the wardrobe options run from “meh I guess SOME of these are wearable” to “complete and utter shite”. I lucked out with the Momma Lisa shape, since there IS a decent-ish selection of clothes available for it and some even fit my preferred game aesthetic. Bimby’s pink pajamas DEFINITELY don’t fall under that, but they fit the preferred aesthetic of Bimby Glenn, so what can you do.)

Nancy Pasang, you saucy minx! 

Bimby’s stomach and bladder end up forcing her to cut the encounter short. After taking care of her basic needs and getting some more writing done (Bimby has at this point sold three novels and made around 8k in royalties, so we may soon be overhauling her for now humble abode) she decides to relax and do some light reading ... but can’t stop thinking about Nancy. 

So she goes online to chat and what do you know, immediately this prompt pops up. Yes, yes we DO want to invite Nancy over. 

YEEEEsss. 

Sweet! And, look at that. The relationship points are high enough that tonight could be the night that we start romancing this chick. I know that Bimby has more than enough time that she doesn’t need to hurry up on the making of heirs (do I have the girls can get pregnant from girls mod installed, I can’t even recall) but she seems to be getting antsy about babies. And there’s no argument that she needs some love in her life. So, quick bathroom break, then back to charming Nancy’s pants off. 

And it’s at this point, while I’m running through the kissing options and wondering why all the romantic interactions Bimby can have with Nance are filled under “casual”, squinting at their size difference, which I hadn’t realized before or subconsciously attributed to, well, Bimby has the Momma Mia shape, and feeling this something-you-have-forgotten-is-relevant-and-important itch in the back of my brain, that it hits me. 

The newspaper deliverers are always teenagers in The Sims 2 and children in The Sims 3.

Well. That’s right. SHIT. 

BIMBY. BIMBY! NANCY IS UNDERAGE! DO NOT KISS HER! YES THE MOD WILL ALLOW YOU TO DO IT BUT WE USE OUR BRAINS AND SENSE OF PROPRIETY AROUND THESE PARTS. ABORT ABORT ABORT ABORT!

BEGONE, BILL REMINDER, WE HAVE BIGGER PROBLEMS AROUND HERE! We’re in the process of friendzoning this kid and and sending her home!

Bimby is understandably upset about the entire situation. Nancy seems to be all “Eh?” and not quite understanding or minding what’s going on. Off she goes. We’re never recycling newspapers again to ensure that she stays far, faaaaaaaar away. Maybe sell the computer too, to ensure that Bimby can’t chat with her - but no, Bimby needs it to write her next novel, tentatively titled “CHECK ID FIRST”.

Yeah. This is definitely not the once you are starting that family with, girl. Better luck next time.

#ts2 #theglennlegacy