I wrote this the day before last.
So here is the problem I'm faced with today. No, it is not tying my shoelaces. I'm not completely incompetent. I have people for that. My problem is two ladies, and I'm the only man. That's not really a problem is it, and sadly not my problem slash... fun?
My problem is I feel like bitching, because I'm so fraking tired.
Bitching numero uno: My eyes are sore from lack of sleep.
...What. You were expecting more complaining? Well, Kathinka so was I. Then I realized I was about eight stories tall and a crustacean from the protozoic era. Well not exactly. I'm a 2.26 feet homosapien. Although I guess heterosapian would more accurately describe the human race. Simply because homo equals “the same” and hetro is the equivalent of “different”. Now I have yet to see two 100% identical individuals both mentally and physically. I mean not even conjoined slash Siamese twins are exactly the same. However! Since we are but mammals doing as they do on the discovery channel, I don't really care. Where was I? Ah! From the cenozoic era (that took forever to find, but now you know were we are on the geological timeline).
It was about that time that I realized I was a 2.26 feet homosapien from the cenozoic era, that a beam of light hit my naked eyeball and momentarily singed my retina. Yes, I was not wearing any form of protectional eye device thingamajiggy. Fortunately this was only temporary. Thanks for you concern.
So you see my temporary blindness obliterated ever shred of complaint. And instead set my brainwaves, or lack there of, in a completely new direction, or just continued flat lining but with more intensity. Because this could only mean one of three things.
1. My death ray is still faulty and bitching will not make it lethal.
2. The cylons are here.
3. A giant star has awakened from it's deep slumber and decided to slap me across my face.
I think it's the latter. Which if you translate from Geek to English you end up with: “YAY sun!”
Friday, April 16, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
My Addiction
It's always the same. Minutes become hours. Morning turns to night, and before I can say ''twins'' I've stayed awake three days straight. Days just seem to melt together.
Honestly who would give up the chance to play God? I decide who lives and who dies. I control their every move. Atleast until their bloody emotions get in the way. Damn free will! But seriously I do have a tendency of losing myself in games. I recently started playing sims agian after a long needed break, and I haven't been able to stop. There's so much to do, and there aren't any frakin' loading screens. My Gods how I hated those frakin' loading screens. The only problem is my sims 3 version (store bought) has a major glitch and blue screens ever so often. Also I keep getting twins. What is up with that?! This is my story. An epic tale of my addiction to Sims.
I made a much cooler sim version of myself, and added a stud who would shut up and do as he's told. Gotta keep them men in there place, can't be givin' them no false hope. Anyway I named them Kara and Icarus. Believe it or not they hit it off right away, and after some avatar love scenes, Kara became a journalist and Icarus completed his lifetime ambitions of joining the police force. It didn't take long before offers came rolling in, and after reaching the top of his career Icarus decided he had seen enough action, and took an early retirement. Instead wanting to help Kara with her gardening. Kara, now owning half of the city, decided to take a break from the stressful life of business, choosing to focus on her dream of becoming a famous best selling author. However after a romantic evening, two bottles of wine and some serious role-playing. Kara became ill, she was indeed with child.
Icarus tried to help her out as much as he could even reading that damn pregnancy book. However unlike Icarus, Kara wasn't fond of being a frakin' baby machine, and decided not to think about the little monster growing inside her. Almost fearing the birth. When it was time to get to the hospital, she had to drive herself, since her good for nothing husband was too scared to even be in the same room as her. Icarus was obviously more potent then your average Joe and they ended up with twins. Two beautiful girls, named Leia ,and Domino. Money being tight Icarus decided to step up and re-enter the workplace, accepting a top secret position at the science laboratory. Kara finally having hit it big with her last book “The Return of the Bunny”, made a life altering decision to change genre from sci-fi to fantasy, after her publicist told her there was more money to be made and a much larger audience. Ah the sacrifices one makes to ensure a good life for ones brats.
Icarus was invited to an after work dinner party. Which would have been a friendly affair had it not been for some guy called Cycl0n3, one of Kara's colleague. Icarus being the hothead he is decided to give him a piece of his mind. What kind of a name is Cycl0n3 anyway, and the bastard was getting a little too friendly with his woman! Oddly enough Mr. 'I have a loft filled with bimbos' didn't take to well to Icarus calling his mom a llama, and then slapping him is a manly fashion. Of course Cyl0n3 won the fight with some cheap shots, but not before Icarus had declared him his nemesis. Luckily Icarus still has some questionable contracts from his old days as an undercover agent. Needless to say Mr. Cyl0n3 mysteriously disappeared after a fishing trip in the mountains. He didn't stand a chance.
Bundle of joy my ars, more like Satan's little helpers. Both the girl were a wad of energy, and loved waking in the middle of the night. Since Icarus was often “away at work” helping his boss with important “research”, Kara spends more time with the girls then he did, at least when the moon was out. Ever so often Icarus would take the girls out, to the park, so to spend some quality time. Of course one time the incompetent fool set Domino down on the grass and went home. And of course the neighbours went haywire when she began to cry. So as usual Kara had to clean up his mess and talk to the outraged neighbours.
It was clear from the very beginning that Domino was more logical then Leia and learned to walk and talk before her 1 minute older sister, who instead wanted to play with Bill the Bear. A toy Icarus had found in the trash, as he was gathering information on the neighbourhood hoodlum Joe. The girls grew up quickly as children often do. Much to their parents amazement. It didn't take long before they were both getting straight A's in school. On they're sixteenth birthday however the two twins developed different personalities, Leia taking after her mother started writing and became more interested in boys, much to Icarus' dismay. While as Domino seemingly keeping a her focus on her studies, began to sneak out after curfew so she could live out her secret desire of becoming a professional musician.
I should probably stop playing, but I just can't.
Honestly who would give up the chance to play God? I decide who lives and who dies. I control their every move. Atleast until their bloody emotions get in the way. Damn free will! But seriously I do have a tendency of losing myself in games. I recently started playing sims agian after a long needed break, and I haven't been able to stop. There's so much to do, and there aren't any frakin' loading screens. My Gods how I hated those frakin' loading screens. The only problem is my sims 3 version (store bought) has a major glitch and blue screens ever so often. Also I keep getting twins. What is up with that?! This is my story. An epic tale of my addiction to Sims.
I made a much cooler sim version of myself, and added a stud who would shut up and do as he's told. Gotta keep them men in there place, can't be givin' them no false hope. Anyway I named them Kara and Icarus. Believe it or not they hit it off right away, and after some avatar love scenes, Kara became a journalist and Icarus completed his lifetime ambitions of joining the police force. It didn't take long before offers came rolling in, and after reaching the top of his career Icarus decided he had seen enough action, and took an early retirement. Instead wanting to help Kara with her gardening. Kara, now owning half of the city, decided to take a break from the stressful life of business, choosing to focus on her dream of becoming a famous best selling author. However after a romantic evening, two bottles of wine and some serious role-playing. Kara became ill, she was indeed with child.
Icarus tried to help her out as much as he could even reading that damn pregnancy book. However unlike Icarus, Kara wasn't fond of being a frakin' baby machine, and decided not to think about the little monster growing inside her. Almost fearing the birth. When it was time to get to the hospital, she had to drive herself, since her good for nothing husband was too scared to even be in the same room as her. Icarus was obviously more potent then your average Joe and they ended up with twins. Two beautiful girls, named Leia ,and Domino. Money being tight Icarus decided to step up and re-enter the workplace, accepting a top secret position at the science laboratory. Kara finally having hit it big with her last book “The Return of the Bunny”, made a life altering decision to change genre from sci-fi to fantasy, after her publicist told her there was more money to be made and a much larger audience. Ah the sacrifices one makes to ensure a good life for ones brats.
Icarus was invited to an after work dinner party. Which would have been a friendly affair had it not been for some guy called Cycl0n3, one of Kara's colleague. Icarus being the hothead he is decided to give him a piece of his mind. What kind of a name is Cycl0n3 anyway, and the bastard was getting a little too friendly with his woman! Oddly enough Mr. 'I have a loft filled with bimbos' didn't take to well to Icarus calling his mom a llama, and then slapping him is a manly fashion. Of course Cyl0n3 won the fight with some cheap shots, but not before Icarus had declared him his nemesis. Luckily Icarus still has some questionable contracts from his old days as an undercover agent. Needless to say Mr. Cyl0n3 mysteriously disappeared after a fishing trip in the mountains. He didn't stand a chance.
Bundle of joy my ars, more like Satan's little helpers. Both the girl were a wad of energy, and loved waking in the middle of the night. Since Icarus was often “away at work” helping his boss with important “research”, Kara spends more time with the girls then he did, at least when the moon was out. Ever so often Icarus would take the girls out, to the park, so to spend some quality time. Of course one time the incompetent fool set Domino down on the grass and went home. And of course the neighbours went haywire when she began to cry. So as usual Kara had to clean up his mess and talk to the outraged neighbours.
It was clear from the very beginning that Domino was more logical then Leia and learned to walk and talk before her 1 minute older sister, who instead wanted to play with Bill the Bear. A toy Icarus had found in the trash, as he was gathering information on the neighbourhood hoodlum Joe. The girls grew up quickly as children often do. Much to their parents amazement. It didn't take long before they were both getting straight A's in school. On they're sixteenth birthday however the two twins developed different personalities, Leia taking after her mother started writing and became more interested in boys, much to Icarus' dismay. While as Domino seemingly keeping a her focus on her studies, began to sneak out after curfew so she could live out her secret desire of becoming a professional musician.
I should probably stop playing, but I just can't.
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