#Domestic

Maybe I should address not saying a tweedle for 3 months, but I'm not going to.
Instead I am going to talk about life.
Life as we all know it.

That's right, the Sims.
My poor family is going through some troubles. And as I am sure everyone in the world, ever, cares about my Sims family, I don't see any reason at all not to write about them. I want to apologise for the un-screenshotted phone pictures but I was literally too lazy to make screenshots of this.

Anyway this all happened, or should I say, started to happen a time I had my eye on someone else, one of their children. God knows exactly what happened, but all of a sudden Husband and Wife were in the red. No longer on 100, but rather -100. It was a tragedy. Millie (the wife) tried to worry about the relationship, but Thomas would have nothing of it. Basically shouted "DENIED!" in her face. She apologised and apologised. He would have nothing of it.
I decided to go creative and used a potion of Friendship on her, hoping that would ease the blow a little. It helped a fraction, however they still won't even have a normal conversation. Only "getting to know" them and random "Salutes". It is all very strange.

 Millie stays in bed, day and night out of sadness and frustration. I suspect she has got a bit of a depression. Woe is them. What caused their relationship to go the drain like this!?

Words spread fast, and soon the whole neighbourhood found out about their slowly cracking marriage. Rather than worry they gossip. What a cruel, cruel town.
However as the Leader of the Free World, Millie is subjected to a lot of that. Married to a Master Psychic, they have gotten a lot of raised eyebrows in their time. However their love conquered that... Until now!

Thomas started mistreating his children, he neglected them, he fought with them, he gave them the lip, he was a certified asshole.
Then the day of their graduation came.

They were free. Millie wept with joy, proud of her children and their accomplishments, Thomas grumbled a quiet "proud of you" to them.
The children love their mother, but their father? No couldn't stand him. He had changed.
After they got their diplomas their mind were made up. They subsequently kissed their mother's cheek and gave their father the stink-eye and moved out.

The reason for why he had changed is still a mystery, however a strange blue glow has been observed around him at weird times...

So an obvious solution, I figured, was to bring in Millie's ex-husband and some of their kids into the house. I mean if Thomas really wanted a bit of a challenge, then I will give it to him.

To be continued...?

Edit: Not to be continued! I found the reason why! HIS PROFESSION! He was a master Psychic or whatever the English version of that thing is, and apparently that makes a lot of people hate you! Amazing! So I made him quit his job and their love life is back to normal! They did their woohoo's and after he wet himself. Casual Wednesday....

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!
How weird. Christmas was just here, now it's not. It's pretty close to not even being this freaking year! What! One year closer to oblivion. Death and destruction. Just what you want on a merry New Year's eve.
Ask and ye shall receive.
You have officially received.
Up the bum.

Well this turned weird fast. I should apologise but I won't.

I am currently at a mate's cabin in the middle of absolute fucking nowhere and it is (both the cabin and being here) amazing. We have eaten so many nice courses of food (hah. What else would there be many nice courses of, really? Can you use the word "courses" for anything but food? All the questions. All of them.) as well as sweets and other yummy unhealthy food (kinda goes hand-in-hand doesn't it. A lot of the time anyway.). A lot of onion has happened. Holy shit. I am literally carrying the smell of seven diseased trolls in my pores. No not the seven dwarves, no, trolls. You'll know by the smell. Honest to Jezeus. Dwarves leave your skin all nice and shimmery. It's from all the gems and gold and shite. And beer. Beer is apparently great for your skin. Honest. Trolls are just festering pustules of dirt and grub. Nothing good comes of them. Except maybe the satisfaction of knowing they will be exterminated (EXTERMINATE!) after a shower. Oooh showers. They can't stand'em. They make them explode like blisters under pressure. Truly magnificent to watch, though I'd definitely suggest bringing a raincoat or an umbrella. Or both. Preferably both to be honest. Then again people tend to frown upon other people watching them in the shower. Something about privacy... I don't know. People are strange.

Well enough about my BO (I realise I am one classy shit. What a Lady. Holy shit). Let's continue that next year. Which reminds me, HAPPY NEW YEAR! ...again!
Holy shit, 2015. Only around two hours away at present state in time and space.
Soon people will be proclaiming their New Year's resolutions all over social media's, to which I wish them very good luck. I personally am not too fussed about them. I never had that tradition. If I get any goals then I am going after it whether it is January 1st or 47th of October, also known as November 16, but October 47 sounds a lot more fun and exciting. It probably isn't though. I mean, unless a tsunami hits Canada and tornado's start roamin' the skies I doubt it'll be too adrenaline-filled honestly. But you never know. There might be an exciting road trip down a cliff side ending in an unfortunate way for your car (not you. You are invincible. Immortal. ...Other adjectives.) or perhaps a tractor were taking up the road and precariously filled up the bridge you were far too stubborn to wait to drive over. Bridges without railings are such a problem in Norway today...
Yes. Lies aside, I hope none of that will happen. As much as I want to see a tornado, I'd honestly rather not see one here. Holy shit tornado's are cool. Like volcanoes. Only it's full-on air-doom. Not earth-doom with a hint of air-doom. Doom. Doom is a great word. I feel like people don't appreciate that word as much anymore. Doom. It just explains it all. I wish all words were/are like that. Bugger it all.


Right. Well, enjoy the fireworks,
enjoy the drink,
enjoy life,
enjoy the company,
enjoy the food,
enjoy the fisting.

Happy fucking new year you big bastard.

Kawaheehooowallahiihaw

It was Christmas Eve, babe

In the drunk tank!

Merry fucking Christmas, you absolute assholes. What a time. What a year.

What is this.

OK, holy shit, I finally got my finger out of my ass and started, well, attempted to get some creative juices flowing.

Christmas has been nice. It's come and gone. People are leaving even though they just arrived. It is quite strange being the person who is “left behind” all the time, rather than being the one travelling. I don’t know how I feel about that. It is quite nice in one way and a little frustrating in another. It is weird having friends all over the place but I often have to invest money to get to them.

It’s also quite nice. Travelling is always exciting (maybe not the train/bus/plane part, but the prospect of going somewhere is!), so going on a bit of an adventure to go see your mates is pretty awesome.

Oh, seems I got distracted.

Christmas has been lovely. We even had snow on Christmas Eve. It was like a Christmas present from nature. Freaking beautiful it was.

And I am kind of sad that The Julekalender is over. No more advent for us… Until next year! Oh yeah and I nearly won 100 000kr. That fucking scratch-and-win advent calendar was just cruel, evil and vicious. I needed 1 god damn CD to win. One. Uno. En. A single CD.

A bigger tease I’ve never seen. A cruel, cruel tease. Not just a tease, really. A taunt. 

Calendar Douche: “’Ey, come here! You will totally win a lot of money!”

Me: “Oooh, money? I like money…”

CD: “Yeah… Oh look at all these CD ‘s! You need those to win the aforementioned money!”

M: “I do? Holy shit, look at how many there are of them… Wow… Do I actually have a chance to win?”

CD: “Oh yes, you totally do! Just keep scratchin’! Only a few more now! Come on! Keep that hope burning bright in you! Remember, we need the fuel for Christmas Eve when you totally will win the 100 000kr!”

M: “WOW! O’BOY I LIKE WHAT THIS FEELS LIKE! IS THIS WHAT WINNING IS? WOW, I COULD GET MY LICENSE! I COULD SAVE MONEY FOR A FLAT! HOLY SHIT, I AM GETTING A HOUSE!”

CD: *Rubs hands evilly* “Yes.... Yeeeees….. Fuel my evil…. FUEL IT!”

M: “Pardon? What? I didn’t quite catch that; I was too busy planning my future on false hope and broken dreams.”

CD: “Yes, exactly, MWAHAHAHAHA!”

I did win 20kr off that wretched calendar douche though, so I’m not all too ungrateful. Just a little bit. I could have been more grateful, but I decided not to.

But I am absolutely, 100% sure I handled it the right way. I sent a strongly worded letter to the lottery people.

Dear lottery-fuckers

I was gifted an advent calendar of your brand.

Having not spent any money myself on this calendar I feel shocked and appalled for not winning  after having 10, not 11 CD's as required, to win the 100 000 kr. I feel abused, misguided and to be honest, a little molested.

Please send me the money or I will sue for emotional damage.

Sincerely,

Maria

I thought it was a reasonable letter to send.

They say being assertive is the way to get and achieve things, so, you know, just taking advice to heart. What you read on the internet is always true, as they say. 

And seeing as this is the internet and the internet have done so much for me, I have some advice as well. It's kind of like a pay-back. For all the times the internet helped me out.

1. Always take what is online 100% seriously,
2. Always take sweets from strangers, because, hello, free sweets.
3. Never get into a serious discussion online as only chumps do that,
4. Don't be a chump,
5. Make as many unobtainable New Year's resolutions as possible to feel better than others,
6. Loudly broadcast said new year's resolutions every day for a week after New Year, then stop mentioning them all together,
7. If you actually do one of your unobtainable New Year's resolution, be smug as absolute fuck about it for the rest of the year, as well as years to come,
8. Do Facebook Tags as much as you possibly can (unless they are actually for a charity or a good cause. Only hippies and people who make obtainable New Year's resolutions donate to charities. Don't be like them. They are chumps (ref. 3 point))
9. Rage quit. Only winners waste other people's time. If you're not a winner you are a chump. (read above point)
10. Be nice to people online
11. Follow the 9th advice and be wrong and also a chump,
12. Be yourself. Haha, just kidding. You need to mould yourself into society's stereotypes and accepted ways, haha. Nothing else is accepted. Don't be a chump.
13. Women are trash. Treat them as such.
14. Men are trash. Treat them as such.
15. ...Actually treat everyone like trash.
16. People appreciate when you are pointing out their flaws, do this often.
17. Refine your social antennas by taking advice from the internet and blindly believing everything you read. - This shouldn't really be here, but I feel like I should really hammer it in. (The hammer is my penis)

I think that's all I can come up with at this point in time (and space).
I hope you have a Merry Christmas (what's left of it) and a happy New Year! 

Houses of the Holy

So, thanks to Alun and Malene I have finally sorted out this blasted church business! It turned out to be the Church of Music after all. Even though I said "no, I'm not that silly, haha, lawl". It turns out I am.
As well as the name for the cottage. The Blind Logstacker! Thank you Alun!

I finished it maybe a week ago, but I just haven't really got around to bragging about it. Yeah let's face it. It's bragging. I am a dirty filthy braggaholic. My name is Maria. I am a braggaholic. Braggaholic is totally a word, by the way.
...You don't want to know how many red lines there are so far in this post...

Moving on.
This is the new stuff. To the left is the Fisherman's Friend cabin. Not the cough drops. The big white and gray building is the church. I can clearly not spell gray right as there is a big red line under it. My spell check is telling me off. WHY SPELL CHECK?? IS GREY BETTER? It is. It is better. There is no red line.

The church, I think, could look better. But there's too much effort in changing them, so unless I get horribly bored I probably won't change it.
I had a lot of fun making the confession booth. "I'm sorry Father I have sinned. It has been a year since my last confession... I... I have been listening to Lady Gaga... On repeat."
"YOU WHAT!? The God of Rock forgives you. You need to listen to the entire album of Led Zeppelin III and two random songs of The Beatles."



 
The Graveyard, however, I'm really proud of. I originally wanted it to be dark, sad, desolate, overgrown and so on, but then it came out like this. And wading through a horde of skeletons would only prove a bit of a struggle when going into the mine (the mausoleum in the back-left, there), so I ditched it. I also considered putting names on the graves using signs, but that felt too morbid.

The map has changed something fierce as well. I have a massive boner (full stop. Wink wink, nudge nudge.) for maps, so I thought I could add a picture of the difference. The left is old, the right is new. I really like seeing the world change from "above".

Then, by suggestion of Alun, I built a fishing hut. I called it The Fisherman's Friend. (Not the cough drops.)
I thought it was a great idea. The thought of a semi-abandoned cottage in the slight outskirts of a place appealed. And kind of axe-murder-y. Herobrine isn't creepy enough, apparently. I kind of wish Herobrine was in the game. It would be kind of cool to suddenly lay the wall of China in your living room just because you suddenly discovered that there is actually a face looking at you in the corner of your screen. I wonder who came up with that whole idea. It must be pretty awesome to come up with an urban legend. Like Slender Man. Holy shit, that person must be revelling in all the creepy-pasta (WHY IS IT CALLED CREEPY PASTA!? WHAT DOES PASTA HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING!?!? I DO NOT COMPREHEND WHAT FOOD HAS TO DO WITH MADE-UP STORIES APART FROM WHEN THE CHARACTERS EAT IT!!) that is happening around it all. In my head this person is standing in a dark room hovering over his computer, the only light source is the screen and he cackles maniacally. "I have created a nightmare", s/he says, let's call him/her Peony, Peony says whilst skimming through the next creepy-pasta (I DO NOT ENJOY USING THOSE WORDS TOGETHER!!). The details grow like a garden-weed whilst Peony tap his/her fingers together maliciously. This has a life of its own now. However Peony breathes life into it occasionally when it threatens to die down. Because Peony is a sadistic asshole who deserves a little slap. In the face. With a sledgehammer. Of foam <3
I have digressed. But that's OK, because I've finished yappin'.

Minetrash

RIGHT!
I now have removed one of the options of where I wanted to build the church, but I kind of set up a new place. I'm going to ask again.
Halp plix!

The red whale is where the other suggestion were, but it felt a little cramped with so many other details so close to it.So I took it out of the loop. But these places have a lot of space around it for possible mausoleums.

Okay. So here they are a little closer. I outlined the creepy graveyards too for shits and giggles. It was fun. I wish there was a way to decide the colour of the grass too. I'd definitely make this creepy eerie thing with blue-green grass and DOOM painted all over.


I implore you, Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr.
Help me make the best choice. :P

(Oh, cabin names are still welcome!)

 Bonus picture: The hanging Chicken. :P I think it's hilarious anyway. :P