From: "Rev. Magdalen" <magdalen@subgenius.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
So some time ago, I dunno, Last Wednesday or something,
the cosmic forces of
the universe just fell together to produce a wild overflow
of information in
my house! First of all, strangely enough, all three
of our monthly netflix
movies came in at the same time -- The Planet of the
Apes (1967), Willy
Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and The Matrix. Then
about six or seven
interesting catalogs and zines came in the mail too.
And then the
spontaneous purchase of two new computer games from
the sale rack at the
mall -- Lords of Magic and The Sims Deluxe!
I was doing ok when it was just reading matter and
movies, because, you
know, those end at some point. But my sims! They need
my constant
attention, and I don't know if there will ever be an
end. I dream of the
day when my sim is so rich she will not have to work
and can just throw
house parties for the other sims all the time, but those
days are far, far
off.
So this Deluxe edition lets you create sims with the
photograph and
astrological profile of anyone you can get a .jpg of.
So of course, the
Lord and I made sims of ourselves and put them in separate
houses to see
whether or not we would have gotten married had we been
computer-generated
simulations of ourselves. So far we like each other
a lot, but we haven't
managed to get married yet. I am a professional daredevil
and the Lord is
an executive.
You need multiple friends in order to succeed in the
game, so we made Connie
and "Bob" Dobbs sims. Boy are they trouble!
They came over and trashed my
place and Connie flooded my bathroom. Then they sat
and watched my TV until
2 AM before they finally left. After that Connie seduced
the Lord and now
it's unclear which of us he'll marry. As for "Bob",
all he ever wants to
talk about is blowing bubbles, and he'll come and ring
your doorbell when
you're not home and then just stand around wondering
why you don't answer
the door.
I had to take a break because I was getting really
annoyed at the Lord's
style of Sim playing. He'll let the Sims sit around
in the dark until he
can afford really COOL lamps for them, and he never
lets them sit still,
he's always badgering them to do stuff, he's all like
"Have fun, dammit!
Faster!"
One thing we've learned from this game, though, is
that everyone needs a
maid. You don't have time for cleaning. The other
thing we learned is
that humans, left alone without a higher power to direct
them, will swiftly
become gibbering, pajama-clad idiots who stay up all
night stomping bugs on
their lawn, pissing wherever they are when they get
the urge.
--
So, the proper signature delimiter is the way mine is
("-- ") and not the
way yours is ("--").
-- Some Linux Freak
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Subject: Re: Information Overload!!!
From: Joe Cosby <joecosby@SPAMBLOCKmindspring.com>
On Tue, 15 Oct 2002 02:37:02 GMT, "Rev. Magdalen"
<magdalen@subgenius.com> wrote:
>So some time ago, I dunno, Last Wednesday or something,
the cosmic forces of
>the universe just fell together to produce a wild
overflow of information in
>my house! First of all, strangely enough, all three
of our monthly netflix
>movies came in at the same time -- The Planet of
the Apes (1967), Willy
>Wonka and the Chocolate Factory,
http://joecosby.home.mindspring.com/sound/wonka06_0.mp3
That movie is a hidden Weird Mutant Masterpiece, but
it's all MIXED UP
with this other movie about this little fruity kid with
a bad haircut,
so it's easy to miss the SECRET MESSAGE in there for
OUR KIND.
Evil alien midgets in clown makeup killing the normal
kids one by one?
Gene Wilder as a master of improvised sarcastic bulldada?
And it ends
HOW, in an escape via a mysterious SPACECRAFT (I mean
obviously, the
elevator at the end is some form of spacecraft)?
Dobbs is in there somewhere. I just haven't figured out where yet.
--
"The coolness of the weapons helps take the sting
out of
having one's airports police-stated." -- Rev.
Ivan Stang
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