This meme is mocking me
No offense, er, IIScorpiusII, but if you're not even in the ballpark....
2004-11-22
No offense, er, IIScorpiusII, but if you're not even in the ballpark....
Okay, this sounds different....
Electronic Arts has announced the first expansion pack for The Sims 2 dubbed, The Sims 2 University. The add-on is set to ship in March 2005 and will give players the ability to see their Sims grow into young adults as they settle into an all-new college town to live out their college fantasy. Players can choose to have their Sims live in dorms or join a Greek organization. In addition, 11 majors will be offered, and if Sims keep their grades up, they'll be able to secure a degree that will open four new career paths. All new college-based wants and fears will be tied to Sims' social lives and academic goals, leading to new rewards and powers. Pranks, parties and college social interactions will also be included in a variety of locations including college lounges, pool halls, gyms and coffee houses.
Tuckered little pig
Part one of our two-part series "Taking the Birds to the Vet" saw your hero transporting Muffin -- a four-month-old cockatiel -- to the vet for, what, only the fourth time? In addition to a follow-up for his nose-sniffles -- everything looked good but they're doing one last test, just in case -- they clipped his wings and filed his toenails. Muffin emerged from the whole ordeal a little haggard. The doctors said he was a sweet and wonderful and friendly little critter, and he made a couple of soft chirps while waiting for Daddy to check out, but as soon as we got home, he poofed up into a ball of feathers and went to sleep. I sat him on the desk for a second and he tried to sleep right there. I put him on my shoulder, as he really likes to nap there, and he got his first harsh lesson of new toenails as he slid right off and thumped to the floor.
Now he's even more haggard, more tired, but is resting comfortably. This morning he leapt into my breakfast and tried to take on a whole container of chicken strips. Now his head's tucked back under his wing and he's wobbling on one foot.
Tomorrow Tiny and Moosie go in. The docs have no idea what they're in for. Moosie can be a wonderful little baby sometimes. Tiny...well, we love Tiny (bite! bite! bite!).
At one point last week I got up and went to turn on Muffin's light. It's your standard fluorescent lamp, with a push-button to turn it on and off. I gave it a push, and it "popped" into the casing of the lamp itself, not emerging at all. This is before morning coffee, I hasten to add. I'm a little confused. "Lamp broke," I announce to Bee. Her solution? "Push the button."
My favorite part about this is that I'm sitting there wondering exactly what she thought I'd done to arrive at the conclusion "lamp = broke" and announced such to her. Because it wasn't, you know, pushing the button, that being the suggested solution to the broken lamp dilemma. "Oh! Push! Push the button! I get it now! The whole on/off thing suddenly makes sense to me! Up to this point lamps have been a source of eternal bewilderment! But now, with this fascinating on/off dichotomy, this delicate balance between being on or not being on and never inbetween -- now I see our world in a whole new light...."
None of this occured to me at the time, because it was very very early, and as noted, there was no coffee yet. So Bee was definitely in her right place to point out that the light had a switch. Sans coffee, she'd have been justified to note that it had a cord and was used primarily to illuminate objects. It's still worth teasing about, though.
Now he's even more haggard, more tired, but is resting comfortably. This morning he leapt into my breakfast and tried to take on a whole container of chicken strips. Now his head's tucked back under his wing and he's wobbling on one foot.
Tomorrow Tiny and Moosie go in. The docs have no idea what they're in for. Moosie can be a wonderful little baby sometimes. Tiny...well, we love Tiny (bite! bite! bite!).
At one point last week I got up and went to turn on Muffin's light. It's your standard fluorescent lamp, with a push-button to turn it on and off. I gave it a push, and it "popped" into the casing of the lamp itself, not emerging at all. This is before morning coffee, I hasten to add. I'm a little confused. "Lamp broke," I announce to Bee. Her solution? "Push the button."
My favorite part about this is that I'm sitting there wondering exactly what she thought I'd done to arrive at the conclusion "lamp = broke" and announced such to her. Because it wasn't, you know, pushing the button, that being the suggested solution to the broken lamp dilemma. "Oh! Push! Push the button! I get it now! The whole on/off thing suddenly makes sense to me! Up to this point lamps have been a source of eternal bewilderment! But now, with this fascinating on/off dichotomy, this delicate balance between being on or not being on and never inbetween -- now I see our world in a whole new light...."
None of this occured to me at the time, because it was very very early, and as noted, there was no coffee yet. So Bee was definitely in her right place to point out that the light had a switch. Sans coffee, she'd have been justified to note that it had a cord and was used primarily to illuminate objects. It's still worth teasing about, though.