Just when you thought I was back to pumping out lots again I stop. LOL Sorry about that. I'm torn. Play or build. Play or build. I'm sure some of you understand. I've been exploring Barnacle Bay and tomb raiding with my adventure sim. And I couldn't stop. Cuz it was fun, and I made over his house as a log cabin, and we went to China and France, and then he found a woman, and then she moved in, and then they got engaged and went to France for a wedding at the nectary, and now the first kid is on the way... You know how it goes. OK, lame excuse. Maybe I'll start up my website again and post piccies. Then you can SEE what I get up to.

I find myself playing more with Sims 3 than Sims 1 and 2. I don't have to take care of the entire neighborhood myself now. The game does it for me. It isn't up to my high standards of rich, successful, and fulfilling lives and happy children but, eh, somethings gotta give. I do tire of seeding the hoods with my own sims to keep the fugly from running rampant. I tell ya, the kids my sims bring home from school will give you nightmares. Don't drink the water. It's got the ugly gene in it apparently, and the lousy trait gene. And the original starting sims the game puts there ain't nothing to get excited over. And I avoid all sims from the Maxis days. I never liked them in Sims 1, liked them less in Sims 2, and I'm down right sick of them in Sims 3. Barnacle Bay was sweet until the Caliente sisters reared their pig ugly faces in public. (oh, sorry, was that a... SPOILER?!) BAH! They just had to ruin it. OK, OK, I just really dislike other sims in my hoods. I like to make all my own so they're not mutants, don't breed mutants, and don't have lame, contrived little lives I don't want to be a part of. It's just SAD! Don Lothario is such a WEINER in Sims 3. He has a whiney voice, always gets fat but runs around in his workout clothes all the time. He marries the first sim that looks at him. Honestly, save the gene pool, don't put him in the game.

Fine, so I'm crabby. Deal with it. It's just a pet peeve of mine. I enjoyed making my own hoods in Sims 2 from scratch with everything built by me and all the sims by me. I had a website devoted to it. I actually just built in Sims 1. I loved it. I hated playing. After Mortimer Goth burned down the whole town by randomly visiting all the sims and destroying everything he touched I was done. What a loser. The child forever syndrome grated on my nerves. So my son played and I built. It was a fine existence. Then Sims 2 came to be. I was... elated. They age! They actually age! And move out! And... and... LEAVE. I really liked the genetics but Sims 3 has backslid on that. That or I really need to keep track of the mail delivery people better. Sheesh. I had a couple, both made by me, black hair, blue-gray eyes, fair skin, with brown hair, green eyes, and tan skin. Hrm... they had 6 kids. Yes, 6. I filled the house. What're you gonna do about it? Anyway, the third kid, a girl (boy and girl ahead of her), arrived with fair skin (OK), platinum blonde hair (um, no), and... PURPLE eyes. WTH? What? My sim got into some bad watermelon during her pregnancy? Ate too many grapes? What? The rest of the kids all resembled the parents quite a bit with a mix of the genes. Except THAT one. It looked like in the middle of their family they... picked up a stray? I never did look at the postal carrier. Huh. Beautiful family with a friggin albino.

OK, whatever. I'm just rambling. I feel like talking to myself. I'll get back to building. I promise. I have some more plans for small lots and then I'll most likely return to my normal size.