So, like, last night, I was playing with one of my Sim versions of Andy. It's the version that I had the longest, ever since he was a retarded little teenager. But I think he's now broken. Because he kept screaming in fear every time he looked at Val. I dunno. Maybe because she's the first female he has ever seen? (Seriously. The neighborhood they live in is full of males. It's just Val, and a random woman who keeps walking past their house for females in Eros. XD)
Then, Andy, Val, and Angel sat down for dinner, and everything was fine. Then Val went to bed, and Angel went to take a shower, and Andy continued talking like they were still there. I have a picture of him sitting at the table all ":D ICE CREAM IS DELICIOUS, GUYZ!! :D" and no one is around. It was, by far, one of the funniest things I've seen. (It's right up there with Andy fishing outside, and Angel's inside the house, and I use a hack to get Andy pregnant because the boys fail at that, and Andy turns around to stare at me with a look on his face that says "I'M RANDOMLY PREGNANT! :D")
And then in the morning, Scotty's like "I'm gonna torture people! x3" and smacks Val around.
Girl's gonna grow up with issues, yo. Even more issues than the fact that she came out of Andy's butt...manwomb thing i dunno.
I now have the image of Andy giving the puppy dog eyes, Bill looking at the grilled cheese, and then a scene-wipe to an ambulance on the way to the hospital. Or Bill being carried into the hospital on a stretcher with Andy following along, going "Sosorrysosorrysosorry! ;_;"
And I'm sorry to say, but to imagine Angel in drag is as easy as looking at Val. Poor girl got nothing from Andy in terms of genetics. (Orson and Scott at least got Andy's cheeks.) So it's like female!Angel. (And holy crap, I have no pictures of Val. D: )
Okay, getting away from my Sims.
You might be happy to know that I have a few recipes for tuna, two of which involve tuna salad. However, my favorite chef does not believe that there are other kinds of fish. Pork products, on the other hand, are what he loves.
Okay, here goes...
I myself have always personally not been able to stand seaweed and similarly fish (at least the larger majority of it), not because I am anti-sushi in any way or to any degree whatsoever, but more rather because I'm NOT anti-sushi. In order to prevent to bringing on some exclamations of "you said what now?" accompanied by arched eyebrows in my general direction as a result of that statement, please permit me to explain exactly what I meant by that.
You see it's in fact because I'm so concerned about sushi rights, the right for sushi, wasabi and sesame seeds (as well as the octopus and squid) to be treated as equals, as in *exactly* the same as everyone else, that I tend to find myself put off, offended and sometimes outright disgusted by the very unrealistic depictions of sushi and sushi relationships in an overwhelming percentage of Japanese and/or Chinese restaurants, buffets, and American supermarkets (especially American supermarkets) out there.
Okay, I'll stop. :D
I like sushi. Wish I could have it more often, but it's expensive at my *place o' employment* and places around me that have it are few and far between. The closest place is by the beach, and that's a long drive from the center of the state through woods and goat country.
Depends on your definition of "get around". XD;
But actually, there is the wonderful loophole of "No shirt, no shoes, no service." It says nothing about pants. This means that if I wasn't weird and hated being without pants, I could go out in public without pants and get service. As long as I had shoes on, of course.
Why not both, though? Get around first, batteries in pocket later. (Hey, there. Is that a battery in your pocket? Or does the sight of me set your pants on fire?) It's like a new kink. Either just the batteries, or of the sight of me dancing around with my pants on fire...and underwear on my head. (I need to find my camera. And the amount of males looking at our conversation has risen now.) Which is why I snorted in laughter at the hairspray that said "Got2be Kinky!" because I'm like "Yay for perfect description! :D"
Also, I'm getting a car! :D And a license, so I can swerve on the highway at top speeds as I drive to kidnap you *evil laugh bwehehehehe*.
And just as a "haha" thing, in one of my Pokemon Mystery Dungeon games, I have a Piplup named Angel. XD
Edit: This just may might be the greatest way to teach the difference between lay and lie, which is where it's originally from. A school workbook from North Carolina, circa 1928. I love my future home state. *-*