I’m really quite fond of this family, never mind the obvious bias. My SimSelf pulls the same faces I do. Nick is a coward and keeps fainting all over the place, but then he goes cross-eyed and it makes me laugh. And of course, the very next picture has them all serious and somber.
I’ve decided Emma is going to marry Jonah, the Sim Hayley made for me, and they’re going to have adorable kids and it’s gonna be awesome. Hello, Sim-filled summer.
I added a second level to my SimSelf’s house. It doesn’t look quite as awesome as it did before, but if I didn’t expand, there would be no room for the future brood! And I’m sick of expanding down, so yeah.
I was looking at a few Simblrs today, and I happened to notice a fair amount of SimSelves lurking around. It inspired me to have a go at my own for the fourth or fifth time. She doesn’t look very much like me of course, even less so than usual. Actually, her profile’s not bad, but from the front she’s a completely different person.
I’ve been playing her this evening, no cheats, and either I’m just getting really good at this after nine years or she’s just gotten lucky, because her house is now completely decked out and whatever money she earns as a self-employed writer just sits in the bank being cool.
My tip of the day, if you have Pets and want to play with no money cheats: GET A DOG AND TRAIN THEM TO HUNT AND MAKE THEM FIND EXPENSIVE STUFF. Seriously, money galore. (Or just train a horse and then breed her and sell all her foals.) Or, if you have Late Night, make one of your Sims gain writing skill. An opportunity will eventually, hopefully, pop up, instructing you to write a book and deliver it to a celebrity. The reward is roughly $14,000 and 2000 celebrity points.
(It feels so vain posting pictures of her and tagging the post with my name. Heh.)
So, I have a problem. A guy problem. Emma brought home this cute boy named Lavar, and I was all, “No way, she’s marrying Jonah!” and then I looked a little closer.
He has purple eyes.
And then of course, he had to go and mention the aliens when Emma asked him to prom, and I was a goner. Apparently I’m attracted to purple-eyed, alien conspirators? Awesome. I proceeded to change Lavar’s last name from McNulty to Burton, à la LeVar Burton who played Geordi in Star Trek: The Next Generation, because IT TOTALLY FITS. And then maybe Lavar and Emma will have a son named Tim and he can be a film director and it’ll be fantastic.
(Now Jonah can marry Hanna! See, it’s good to have a backup. XD)
I’d never seen this animation before! I love that outfit, holy lemons. Usually I just speed through childhood because I find it boring. Either Emma is super-entertaining, or I’ve finally found the perfect length for the age stage: nine days.
I love the first picture because they’re having a *moment,* and I love the second picture because you can actually see the expression on her face and the lighting makes her look all old and wise. That would be my SimSelf, a wizened old sage.
Old habits die hard. I’ve been naming all the novels my SimSelf has written after my own stories, naturally, and of course Pernuon would be my top-grossing book. I’m amused at the accuracy of the description.
I tried to place Emerin’s grave in the front yard, but it disappeared–and then her ghost kept appearing anyway. It was driving me crazy, so I went crazy with the sledgehammer tool around the spot where her grave was supposed to be and she hasn’t been back since.