Anyone else finally get their CD antitrust lawsuit check in the mail?
Think I'll blow mine on a spindle of CD-Rs.
Brain Farts: February 2004 Archives
Anybody know of a radio station that has both an online stream and airs Loveline?
My reception is crap, and Mojo Radio out of Canada just changed format on me.
Goddamn the technophobes at Clear Channel. Goddamn them straight to hell.
Once you get started, it's tough to stop.
Dag Gummit surveys his newest acquisition.
The purchase window description.
This took way longer than it should have, since I Googled up a photo of Elvis and traced over it Photoshop. (I wanted a recognizable portrait, but a photographic painting would have looked incongruous.) I just now noticed that the room rating's a little too high. That'll need tweaking, but the graphics seem okay.
Not sure what to do next. Maybe an outhouse, or the tire planter, or that scummy kiddie pool Lisa suggested? THE WORLD IS FULL OF POSSIBILITIES.
So... I've been getting back into The Sims, after a long bout of disinterest. It turns out I'll have half a year or so to wait until the sequel goes gold, so I might as well get a little practice in.
One of the nicest things about games like The Sims is how easy it is to customize. There must be a hundred sites out there that specialize in groovy things you can download for the game; I especially dig Seven Deadly Sims and Persimmon Grove. But recently, Matt and I were forced to start making our own crap.
The game comes equipped with a menorah and Christmas tree, but nothing with Jesus on it. The West Virginian shotgun shack of my redneck couple, Dag and Nellie Gummit, was feeling the absence. Something had to be done.
The painting itself, front and back. That's Nellie admiring it in the foreground on the left.
The purchase window description.
(Nellie's housecoat-and-curlers ensemble, along with most of the kitchen you can see in the first shot, is available in the Sloth section over on "Seven Deadly Sims.")
It's not bad, for a first effort. But I think it's lonely. Wonder if we could churn out a truck-tire planter for the front yard and a velvet Elvis for the bedroom....
Dig the new cover by Scott! Look near the top. Those boobs couldn't possibly belong to anyone else. Poor thing.
In other news, I've been busy (read: playing Neverwinter Nights) for the past few days, so there isn't much to report. It may be worth mentioning that Sparkneedle might see print soon, though. Stay tuned.
Only 9/10ths of the story'll be included since... well... the real, two-year-old ending sort of pisses me off. So, going against years of absorbed do-it-and-leave-it-alone comic advice, I'll be redrawing the last few pages. Trust me, you'll like it. The old ending was just obnoxious.
PS: All the screens and video previews for this game are making me puddle like a puppy on linoleum. I want to build a home for unwed mothers and teen runaways amongst a block of West Virginian shotgun shack housing, and then go about populating it.
