SiMania

Name one childhood thing that you can’t resist but return to no matter how hard you try to shake it off, and I’ll give you mine.

Ice Cream Cones? Computer Games? Skipping Rope? Bakelite cakes? Hero Figurines? Really you?

Well, me, it’s playing The Sims. And that’s just the first in a long list (so I indulge on my inner child, what?)


It’s a god-thing. The one and only time you can actually be in control of your environment, the people around you, when to make them shit or bathe or have babies, fall in love with the person you want them to fall for… It’s uber-cool. And best of all, there are cheat codes. Life can take a shortcut. Why work your ass off when you could just press ctrl+shift+c then type in motherlode and you’d have 50 grand just like that? This leaves your character to enjoy studying/sleeping around/indulging in their extreme OC-ness. They can have as many freakin’ children as they want and call the Nanny day and night so they could frolic around. It is uh-mazing.

I probably play it because (calling Dr. Frued) I am trying to live the life I want to live in this video game. I want to never worry about money, I want Adam Levine to fall in love and have 3 kids with me, I want to be a genius extraordinaire, I want to be a slacker, I want to have Woohoo day and night. And I want the satisfaction of a life really lived so I multi-task everyone inside the house.

The new thing with Sims 2 is that they now age, so the characters now will actually die in maybe 80 game-days. My Adam in the game is 69 days old already, and will probably die at 75. Last night I dreamt that Death wearing a black Godfather suit came to him and all I had to do was to keep my hand from fumbling as I right right-clicked the mouse and pressed Bargain for Life. Guess what? He got one more day. He took Via to a nice restaurant, made one last Woohoo, played with the kids and then when Death came again, right-click, press, and there you are, one more day --- again.

I don’t know if the game works that way. That was just my sub-conscious playing around with the game controls. I guess I’ll find out in a few days when Death will really come to my Adam Sim for real.

But just to assure you I haven’t gone the downward spiral AND hit rock bottom, I’ll tell you that I haven’t made a Burgos family simulation yet so that I can keep my parents alive forever. Just the thought of making them do Woohoo makes me ---- nauseous.

So there’s hope for me yet. :D

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Last Station: Leo Tolstoy's Last Days

Image
I can't claim to have impeccable taste in movies. I have paid to watch films like Karate Kid 2 (oh-my-gawd) and Going the Distance, after all. But once in a while, I stumble unto something intelligent AND watchable --- a feat increasingly rare in today's films. You will not have learned of this movie. It didn't even show here in the country. Sige, aaminin ko, the only reason I even bought this film is because James McAvoy is in it. And maybe because Helen Mirren was nominated in this year's Oscar's for Best Actress. I'm thankful for this 2 very shallow reasons though because it led me to finding a movie that, in my opinion, competently portrayed the conflicted life of the famed Leo Tolstoy. As a litgeek, of course I know who Leo Tolstoy is. I could name his novels and essays, and maybe, perhaps, infer on a couple of reasons why he was such a big man in Russia. But the truth is, I haven't read War and Peace. It makes for such an excellent doorstopper that I h...
Read more

Stephen King says Stephenie Meyer Sucks

Stephen vs. Stephenie, the fight is onnnnn! :) Guess whose side I'm on? I just read this in yahoo mail and I had to IMMEDIATELY blog about it out of pure joy that all the faults I found wasn't just in my head. Somebody else who has more authority to speak about it, agrees. Meyer sucks. She just purely does. She was saved by finding a really great story, one she didn't do much justice, but girls will read anything with a hot dude in it. We are not all Stephen King fans, but I respect this dude (botoxed face and all) coz he writes. And even if his stories are creepy, he writes them well. I don't always like what he writes about (i.e. What's up with that The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, huh?), but at least he tells it well. And for those who say, well, Meyer's an amateur, get this: writing Twilight makes her an amateur. Did we see improvement in the next books though? At all? No. It even got worse. One word: Renesmee. But I've said all this before. Let me just qu...
Read more

Not an Average Love Letter

Lately, I have been hinting heavily at my boyfriend that I would “appreciate” receiving a love letter. He’s been spot-on so far --- big boxes of chocolates, scouring shops and shelling out the bucks for my “craving of the month” munchies, flowers in vases and fluffy stuff to clutter my bed with. Everything except the Letter. See, some girls dream of breathtakingly expensive proposals, some of big fabulous weddings, and some fantasize of babies in a twin carriage. But ever since I was young, I only had one romantic notion and that is to receive one heck of a searingly honest, non-sappy, ultra-passionate love letter. The kind of letter that bares the soul and seals in ink the reasons and unreasons of Love --- so real it makes all other literature pale in comparison. I guess on the off-hand, it sounds like a tall order. I can imagine litgeeks balking at this request. And my guy, who like my sister believes that reading and writing are things you suffer through only for a perfectly iron-cl...
Read more