Just Like Real Life
I don't know why, but lately I got a hankering to revisit the lovely site I discussed last year -- the one from which you can purchase portraits of yourself -- or a loved one -- or yourself AND a loved one -- or just somebody you want to piss off -- with Stevie Nicks. Very satisfying site. So I mention it, in case you, too, need to think about Really Dreadful Gifts. Sometimes I just need to go look at that site. And think about the many implications thereof.
But that's really neither here nor there. What's actually both here and there is the Knitting Tarot, the printing of which got started today, I have on authority, that authority being the woman who owns the hand press it's being printed on. You can go tour the plant, if you like.
Besides working on the Knitting Tarot (I'm SO looking forward to this, by the way, as I expect it to explain to me why the hell I started that damn "Queen Anne's Lace" thing in the first place), Amber has been messing with her Sims game, forcing it to re-enact, as best it can, the bloody history of the Tudors. This is problematic, as the program gets in the way. You can't kill off children at all; the Social Services comes and rescues them (a real design problem, I'd say), so it's hard to get rid of Edward, and you can't ever cut anybody's head off, so a great many of the Tudor dead in Amber's Sims game have to die in non-Tudor fashion. They get electrocuted by home computers, or starve to death in hedge mazes.
Well, that last COULD have happened to any number of Tudors, but it didn't.
If you visit Amber's page, and scroll on down, you can find thumbnail pictures of her Tudors -- my favorite is Catherine of Aragon eating late-night grilled cheese sandwiches with Anne of Cleves (who looks better in the Sims game than she did in real life) and Anne Boleyn.
Again, could have happened. Didn't.*
When we get around to replacing our computer and upping the memory space, I'm getting me a Sims game. But Amber's done the Tudors.
So I want to mess with the Plantagenets. Oh, yeah. Henry can lock his wife Eleanor into the store room, unless Social Services is going to come let her out. Richard the Lion Hearted can beat up his little brother John, take up with the French guy that lives next door, and then go on a long road trip. Later John can go into business with one hell of a lot of cousins, over at the Magna Charta Beef Emporium. Much, much later, another Henry can go harass the French neighbors -- you know -- the ones at Agincourt. This could go on for a long time. Well, to the Tudors, really. Now that I come to think of it.
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*Well, you know, if Catharine hadn't been sent off to Peterborough. And if Anne had just gotten lost in the hedge maze for a while. And if they'd thought up grilled cheese sandwiches.
But that's really neither here nor there. What's actually both here and there is the Knitting Tarot, the printing of which got started today, I have on authority, that authority being the woman who owns the hand press it's being printed on. You can go tour the plant, if you like.
Besides working on the Knitting Tarot (I'm SO looking forward to this, by the way, as I expect it to explain to me why the hell I started that damn "Queen Anne's Lace" thing in the first place), Amber has been messing with her Sims game, forcing it to re-enact, as best it can, the bloody history of the Tudors. This is problematic, as the program gets in the way. You can't kill off children at all; the Social Services comes and rescues them (a real design problem, I'd say), so it's hard to get rid of Edward, and you can't ever cut anybody's head off, so a great many of the Tudor dead in Amber's Sims game have to die in non-Tudor fashion. They get electrocuted by home computers, or starve to death in hedge mazes.
Well, that last COULD have happened to any number of Tudors, but it didn't.
If you visit Amber's page, and scroll on down, you can find thumbnail pictures of her Tudors -- my favorite is Catherine of Aragon eating late-night grilled cheese sandwiches with Anne of Cleves (who looks better in the Sims game than she did in real life) and Anne Boleyn.
Again, could have happened. Didn't.*
When we get around to replacing our computer and upping the memory space, I'm getting me a Sims game. But Amber's done the Tudors.
So I want to mess with the Plantagenets. Oh, yeah. Henry can lock his wife Eleanor into the store room, unless Social Services is going to come let her out. Richard the Lion Hearted can beat up his little brother John, take up with the French guy that lives next door, and then go on a long road trip. Later John can go into business with one hell of a lot of cousins, over at the Magna Charta Beef Emporium. Much, much later, another Henry can go harass the French neighbors -- you know -- the ones at Agincourt. This could go on for a long time. Well, to the Tudors, really. Now that I come to think of it.
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*Well, you know, if Catharine hadn't been sent off to Peterborough. And if Anne had just gotten lost in the hedge maze for a while. And if they'd thought up grilled cheese sandwiches.
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