First, some administrative news. Something Exciting (for me) happens this Sunday. Several of you already know what’s coming up, and I’d be in for it if I didn’t post about it. On the other hand, Sunday has become enshrined as Sims Sunday. (I’m not really sure how that happened, by the way.)
My first reaction to the scheduling conflict was to say, “I’ll just have Sims Friday, and they can suck it. Wait until they see the pictures on Sunday – that will turn away any sadness.” (I do frequently decide that “It’s my blog and they can suck it,” by the way.) But so many of you have left comments that mention how much you anticipate reading the Sims Sunday posts at work on Monday. And if I have the power to make people anticipate anything about Monday, it behooves me to use that power wisely.
So here’s what I’m going to do: Sims Sunday will proceed as usual. However, I’ll be using my Twitter stream as a liveblog. You can either refresh this page a few times throughout the day and check the Twitter box on the right, or read my Twitter feed. (You don’t need a Twitter account to read a feed, by the way.) I suggest reading the actual Twitter feed page. The Twitter widget on the sidebar only shows five entries, and you may well miss something that rolls off the bottom before you see it.
There will be many pictures. I think you will like them.
This plan also frees me up from the computer. I have been anticipating this coming Sunday for at least three months now. Ever since the date was set a few weeks ago I’ve been telling people, “Sorry, we’ll have to reschedule. I have Sunday the 22nd booked for clapping my hands and squealing with glee.”
Excited? Intrigued? Yes well, you’ll just have to wait. I’ve been waiting for three months – I’m sure you all can survive the next four days! (I’m not pregnant, by the way. Just to head that rumor off at the pass.)
Hey look – knitting! This is how much I’ve been playing Sims 2 lately, and how quickly socks appear when you knit them with two strands at a time:
Last week, Kmkat asked how I keep track of all my Sims. I keep a handwritten genealogy in the spiral-bound notebook that is ever at my elbow.
Note my half-hearted attempt to track the genealogy of their pets, as well. Once per generation I end up accidentally killing the parrot, and have to re-stock the cage. (I never had a chance to write down the name of their womrat, which escapes me at the moment.)