…and burple friend.
Yes, I went out to work in the bed but had to take pictures first. Of course!
September Canna
Simthing Wrong
Don’t usually post my sims stuff, but this picture of Watson Scott, newly minted young adult, made me laugh. Watson was a good toddler, child and teen. He worked hard and received straight A’s in school.
A happy young man, when he aged up to young adult… well, let’s just put it this way: something is wrong with Watson. Or simthing.
Oh, there are more pictures of him slumping and frowning all over the place. Gym, nightclub, library… oh, there is a dilly of one meeting a woman… guess he didn’t like her because his eyes squinted up and his mouth pursed like my dog’s arse hole.
I moved him to a small (tiny) home directly under the volcano in Sulani. ‘Tis a beautiful place, Sulani. I fully expected him to take right to it; an outdoorsy, brilliant sim who could walk a few steps to the ocean. Right? I assumed he’d like to attend Foxbury U, become a marine biologist and live a full sim life.
Never assume, even with pixels.
Tell the Bees
While I know it’s custom to tell bees about important changes in ones life and household… these aren’t my bees. I came upon them while walking past a large clump of firebush… and it bzzzz’ed like a hive! Naturally, I ran to retrieve my camera.
It’s finally September! I thought August would refuse to leave, like a drunk at a party.
Vibrant
I know, I know. It used to be crinum lilies. Always announced the first lily of the year… but of course I’d shoot hundreds of them and soon crinum weariness would set in. Or crinum derangement syndrome. (For me, at least)
Before lilies it was confederate ivy. Quit that when I finally got a good shot of one, but it took years. Sorry. Every bloom delights, thus I must share. Sorry again.
Loathsome August
I do hate this month so, so much. Here I am, larking about the place… dogs in tow, fire extinguisher in hand… (I’m not a good cook) and 1,000 miles away a fecking great bloody hurricane storms up the Texas/Louisiana border lashing everything half to death with the waters of the Gulf.
It’s not as if I wanted the blasted thing here, but there is an element of… guilt… for some reason. We south Floridians have had so many similar ‘episodes’ that we might be better equipped to deal, if you understand me. We’ve had to rebuild our homes. The cracker box has Cat 4 windows (even if they did install them wrong side around – shhh… don’t tell the man!), a new roof and new doors that Jesus himself, should He decide to come round for a cuppa, couldn’t manage without a key.
A Cat 4 is catastrophic anywhere, though. I’m not looking at the aftermath because I don’t need to – August 24, 1992 is still fresh in my mind. Hurricane Andrew blew in as a Cat 5 and changed the landscape… and many lives… forever. Laura will do the same as those before her.
People ask -as if no one’s thought it before- “why would you live in such a place?” Gee, why would anyone live in ‘tornado alley’? There are many reasons, but most important among ours is money. Will we move when the man retires? I don’t know. There is the ocean, after all…
This is just to say: Feck off, August.
So Much Wow
Hope is outdoing herself, even as small as she still is!
Spying on the Neighbors
Yep, it’s a mess out front but my back is bad at the mo.
Back Down the Hole
I think this picture adequately describes my mood.
In other news, my long time stylist retired. Yes, I am bereft. Guess my long, stringy hair will remain that way…
Crape Bloom
Joanie!
I think she needs a name as beautiful as her blooms. What say you?
Sim Cities
Wot the hell, Archie! I don’t have much to say these days, anyway. Well, nothing safe for primetime… so here are a couple of Sim 4 screen caps.
San Myshuno, clouded in… smog? Or just an early morning nuclear glow?
Newcrest. Took the picture because it irritated me. I use the hood for a modern look but the Sim Gods have decreed that its ‘scenery’ be of an earlier time…
My homes are in the foreground, obv.
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