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simantics @ 2009-01-31T12:02:00

2009-01-31T17:03:25Z

I think it's pretty clear that I won't be updating anymore Sims 2 stories, judging from the silence from these quarters... silence like the grave... s-sob. But if you miss me or wondered what was up or whatever, feel free to add me on amasaglajax and let's keep track of each other, yeah? :)

On that note... I want to do the whole Apartment Life thing now. How is it? Haha, late simantics is late. Where can I get it? And, uh, do the major hacks have compatibility yet? I figure I've waited long enough that they ought to... :o

Ishkabibble 6.3 (54/171 pics)

2008-08-10T20:54:37Z

And for your delectation, the final part of the first multi-part Ishkabibble offering! Without further ado...

Um. Kids. You may be working at cross-purposes here.

Well, at least Doctor's got his priorities straight.

I CAN HAS ROOF?

Now starring Princess Ishkabibble in the new movie, Failing Epically. The half-drawn cat on the easel back there wrote a review, which I excerpt here: "LULZ"

General continues to putter around the house, being disturbed by his mom being all round and fecund and shit.

Meanwhile, The Good Knight Ishkabibble freezes his good ass off in the night.

The Good Knight: Awesome, mom! I'm gonna have a kid brother or sister! I'm so excited! :D :D
General: *stares at chessboard, lips trembling, hoping the pregnant thing moves away quickly*

Delicate constitution General's got there.

Jumbles: Hey, kids. My, there's a lot of you. I'm porking your mom--
General: *goes pale, beads of sweat appear on brow, starts mumbling* ohgodohgodohgod
Doctor: *shakes Jumbles's hand* Good work knocking her up. My practice will NEVER go out of business as long as she meets good roosters like you.

Of course York is smooching Jumbles in the bathroom outside of which a picture of her and Peter Sims, Doctor's father, is hung up. Of course. York doesn't understand the proprieties, and Jumbles doesn't care to see the pictures.

And then, twins! Baron and Count! Turns out Jumbles is really amazing at making out. And inducing labor. You know, one and the same.

Profesora and Princess are SO not amused at having to take care of the kids

while York celebrates the birth of her twins with Jumbles.

Then Doctor becomes a big boy and leaves. "And good riddance to you all!" he waves cheerfully. He's currently married to Caryl Hamilton with a set of twin boys named Sultan and Sheikh.

General is not a big boy yet, but he doesn't leave-- he gets the Hat of the Heir, since out of Doctor, Profesora, and Princess, he's the best bet for fug. Even if he doesn't precisely thrill me. Sigh.

So then York invites Joe to move in. Since York picked Joe's son as heir, it's Joe who gets to move in and live the high life in the new Ishkamanse. I think it's Ishkamanse IV at this point.

Presenting Baron Ishkabibble and his twin brother...

Count Ishkabibble. Both of whom are more attractive fug prospects than anybody else this generation. Oh Jumbles, you sexy thang you.

Count: COUNT WANT VIDEO GAMES NOOOOWWWW!!!! WANT FUNNNN!! GIVE NOW!!! AM A COUNT!!!!
York: It cries! Ears! They hurt!

Profesora: Ugh. Childthing.

Profesora: I am done with this. Do you understand? Done. Finished. I wipe my hands of you, Count.
Count: AM A COUNT!!!

And then it is time for the wedding of Joe Whathisface to York Ishkabibble, Generation 7 Heir. So York pulls out Sussi's shiniest face makeup and her best motheaten Halloween costume for the occasion.

And invites, um... all her babydaddies. York. Honey. This is not going to go well.

York: But they are my friends! Wonderful good friends! *beams*

Everyone applauds decorously enough at the calm kiss under the roses.

But then Joe starts singing, and the wedding party, as a whole, rises to its feet and howls in heartbreak.

And then, with a touch less decorum, they line up, variously weeping, howling, and declaring their bodily needs, to slap the everloving crap out of York.

Princess: And furthermore, ME!

York: *sobs* My friends! They.... they... they HATED on me!
The crowd: *mutinous rumbling*

York: Then again... my face is shiny :D
Joe: Ha HA! I'm RICH, BITCHES! Slap her all you want, you won't get the money! IIIII'M RICH!

The various babydaddies decide to get to know their spawn, giving York the cold shoulder.

Profesora: And I've been writing a manifesto about the treatment of animals, you know...
Stephen Gould, Animal Control Officer: Really? I guess I should have stuck around, but your mom's habit of singing herself to sleep with nursery rhymes really creeped me out.

Jumbles: Who's a cute little thing? You are! Yes you are! Just like Papa you are!
Baron Ishkabibble: DADDEH! :D

I bet Joe's blogging about being rich. "Dear Diary, yesterday I married a bag of money. Today I spread it out on the bed and rolled around on it while laughing wildly. Ah, sweet comeuppance."

York: Jumbles, I sorry :(
Jumbles: Well, if you make that sad little face...
Peter Sims: The only way to fully express the depths of my heartbroken rage is to steal your newspaper! MY WRONGDOING KNOWS NO BOUNDS!

Baron: No, Count! It is mine, give back! Give back!

Baron: Coooount! It smell! You smell! Ewww!

Jumbles comes over a lot, and always plays with the kids when he does. Especially Baron.

Baron: Why you touching me? With you big nose?

Ahaha, Baron runs away from Joe. "Not the daddy, not the daddy, not the daddy!"

The Good Knight is floored by the newfound concept of weight and gravity. "Doors are heavy!"

LOL Princess is the target for every noogier in the house.

Twinspam! They're just so adorable. I love you, Jumbles.

Profesora becomes an adult and immediately falls on her ass, yelping, "College! Please! Let me go to university! NOOOOOoooooooOOOooo..."

Profesora: Bahduh, bahduh, college, bahduhhhh...
Princess, loudly: Yeah, my sister just age-transitioned and went totally bonkers. That's what happens when you noogie the INNOCENT who NEVER PROVOKED YOU IN YOUR LIFE, you know...

Profesora: A profesora, not permitted to attend college... *evil mutterings*
York, brightly: Bye-bye, baby! Visit Mommy, okay?
General, in tiny voice: Mommy... love me?

The Good Knight becomes a teenager. Aww. He looks like his daddy, but it's not so bad, I guess.

Age transitions all round! Count Ishkabibble of the sinister black locks,

and Baron Ishkabibble of the luscious lips and adorable nose.

General is weak with gratitude. "No more late night bottle cleanings, thank everything good on this earth..."

York: I am a silver fox!! :D

Jumbles: Yes, yes, honey, of course you are. You can't have anymore kids, you say? Well, let's hop in then shall we? Joe won't mind, he's counting your money and laughing again. Unsettling laugh, you know.

York, singing on the back porch to the swimming pool and the plastic chairs, in her granny panties. Some things need no captions.

One day, Profesora comes back, with her hair dyed pink and in a long dress that still manages to be tarty. "Yeah, I'm pregnant. What of it? You certainly demonstrated the mechanics of it often enough!"

Profesora: And don't you touch me either! I haven't forgotten! The indignity! Not even permitted to attend university...

York, after Profesora leaves: I think... she wanted to go to college.

And with that clever observation, General becomes a big boy, and ages into oatmeal-colored clothes appropriate to his bland Maxis template face. Sigh. This was the best I could do, I suppose. Sigh.

And here is the mate that I have so kindly chosen for him, a result of previous genetic blending... Aina Young. As Bravo says, Watch What Happens!

Ishkabibble 6.2 (72/171 pics)

2008-08-06T18:18:36Z

I meant to have this up yesterday, but, well, I, uh, didn't. lol. Enjoy and have at, anyway :) Comments most appreciated!

York: Baby smell like stale milk. York want Aqua. York want dog :(
Profesora Ishkabibble: I most assuredly do not smell of rancid milk! Why, the nerve of you! An apology at my desk by 6 this eve, or I shall give you lines, you impertinent triscuit!

Doctor: If I eat dog food, will I grow a curly tail like Aqua's? Well, pending lab tests, might as well give the experiment a go...

I just imagine that sinister plant in the background rolling toward him like a boulder toward Indiana Jones.

Doctor: Results! Aha! Granted, no curly tail yet in sight. Well, once my esteemed colleague the Honorable Profesora is out of the bassinet, I shall have answers.

Promising father figure Rooster the Third, alias Joe, no last name. Like Madonna, but with a pirate beard.

The best part of Joe is his extraordinary nose, which I'm hoping the kid will get. This was at their twilight engagement. I am unsure why I decided to have them get engaged, but the expression of the guy in the back say it all, really.

Guy in back, dolefully: I will never find love.
Joe: Egads! A wedding ring! Egads! Gadzooks!
York: Lobster scary :(

Doctor: Mother. Urgent news.
York: *holds book upside down* Why... no... pictures? Why...?

Doctor: This place has gone to the dogs!

York: WANT PiCTURES!!!

Happy birthday to little Profesora, who looks just like Daddy (you know, on reflection, I REALLY should have rerandomized the Sim generator after every birth to avoid this, and will make it standard practice from here on in).

Doctor: You there, old nanny creature. Away, I say, we've important councils, you know, the dear Profesora and myself.
Nanny: Aww, big bwother fancies play time with the ickle Profsies? By all means then, children. Now be good, you dear little thing.
Profesora, in scandalized tones: You smell of cheesecake!

Doctor: The lamp, Profesora, the lamp, for goddess' sake, we must get our hands on that lamp. Do you know what they rumor is in that lamp?
Profesora: Ghosts?
Doctor: Good god, woman, I am counting on your knowledge of lore to outstrip my own, not to huff and puff pathetically behind it!

Doctor: My word, Mother. You're expecting once more.
York: *hiccups* More babiez :D
Doctor: *mutters* For the nanny to raise...

I feel like in Doctor's hands, the snowman is as good as the Dark Mark, a portent of terrible things to come... or just proof that he's quite the little prat.

Ah, York, a victim of her own biology.

And here we have Princess Ishkabibble! Joe's being very clever about ostensibly cheering his child's birth and actually eyeing York's pert titsen. Princess is one of a pair of twins, the other being General Ishkabibble, and I can only tell them apart at the moment because General is ginger.

London grows up and looks just like Daddy... aaaargh! *mourns*

Doctor and Profesora are really close.

Um, way, way too close.

I assumed that the "+" above Doctor's head refers to his relationship with that eerie little sun above the chessboard, not his sister, but I guess I was wrong.

Princess Ishkabibble...

And the Ginger General. I have no idea what Princess looks like under all that confetti and hair, but General is absolutely awful, just like Daddy.

Doctor Ishkabibble, all grown up and ready to practice on you.

Here's York, looking as bright and intelligent as ever.

Although we already have a surplus of Gen 8 'Bibbles, York is relentless in pursuing guys. I assume she just likes touching people's faces or something, but Mitch Lawson, local firefighter and Rooster #4, is having none of it.

Perhaps a change of location will do the trick? I built this myself off of some house plan. It's nicely all one story. It's all right, I guess. The other Ishkamanse was just too damn big. I lost some tombstones in the move, though :( and I can't get them back T_T

Doctor: I can almost see my reflection in this wall. Oooh, I'm pretty. *is reduced to cheerful flibbertigibbetting about his attractiveness*

General Ishkabibble. His hair looks like it should be grasped firmly and used to scrub stubborn grease spots out of pots and pans.

And Princess Ishkabibble, who looks like an Old English Sheepdog in that high-fashion hair.

You see it too, right?

Of course, York's schoolgirl charms and persistent face-patting eventually pays off, and the parrot guardians keep careful, colorful watch over the sleeping twain.

Mitch: Kids, your mom and I, well, we're something of an item now, so you might see me around the house a little more often.
York: Delicious omelettes!
Princess: ...
General: I... I...

General: *mumbling to self* Gotta run, gotta run...

General: GOTTA RUN

Mitch: Your face, let me mack on it.
York: Mmm, your breath, it is like omelettes.
The Maid: Eugh. I've been entirely turned off to Hoover vacs now.

And here we have Jumbles Ishkabibble, who is a hot manslut if I ever saw one. He is a hot bitch from Generation 3.

I mean, come on. This is dirtysexySimhotness. Don't even lie. Mmmph. Anyway, I actually do play my spares, so he's had a long and very colorful life. I only just allowed him to die after an entire container of Elixir and a passle of kids. But as of right now in this update, he LIVES!

Profesora grows up, and is a prettier version of her dad. SIGH. WHY didn't I use the rerandomizer. WHY.

Oh em gee, color me shocked! We have baby sign! Even York is like "Whee! My stomach is fluffy! Like bread! I'm baking babies in my tummy!"

She's a pretty girl, that York is. Face like a basilisk, brains like a bunny.

Blonde girl: Bitch, he is mine. You don't even know. I will rip you apart.
Redhead girl: You don't understand. Only a doctor can help me. I need to know if I'm--
Doctor, barely glancing up from his homework: Yes. You are. Have the baby and give it to my mother, she won't notice.
Redhead girl: I--what?!
Blonde girl: Hah! Rock beats scissors, slutho bag of whoredom!
Doctor: Oh relax, ginge, I'm just kidding.

After redhead girl storms off...
Doctor: You know, if you want, I can examine you in my office. Privately.
Blonde: Oh... I mean, oh my... ::giggles and flutters::

General, fearfully: Zefir's alien shirt is giving me collywobbles D:

Zefir, through huge grin: There there, General! I wouldn't hurt you!
General: Really...? ...:)

Zefir: Not yet anyway, you mopheaded little bottle of Tabasco. But oh, your time shall come, your time shall come >:]

Profesora: ABSENT FATHERRR! I ABHORR YOU

Doctor and Princess reading in the kids' room. I like how it's decorated, because I'm color blind.

Heavens to Betsy, what's got Princess's bangs going through her cranial ridge?

Why, it's Mitch Lawson's baby boy! York immediately recognizes someone better qualified to deal with kids, and hands the baby to Doctor. But not before scrawling "The Good Knight" on the birth certificate before anyone notices and is able to stop her.

Profesora gives herself a little makeover. She's pretty. What the fuck.

Even York can't believe it.

Like father, exactly like son. :x

Here's Doctor, getting the entire family into private school by virtue of his brilliance. The Headmaster's like "Goodness, boy, that's quite enough of that, I'm not at school NOW, you know." The girl next to Doctor with the short hair is Caryl Hamilton, adopted daughter of gen 2's Tits Hamilton with her Servo, Gnomercy.

And behold, The Good Knight Ishkabibble! Who... stay with me now... looks exactly like his dad Mitch. Wilt.

Princess's new hairdo, apparently so Fresh! Floral! and Spring! that it makes petals sprout from her textbook.

Even curmudgeonly Doctor is all, "Ah, the rosy blush of the season!" (I actually think it's bits of glitched, um... cereal...?...Autumn leaves...?)

General and Princess are just as good buds as Profesora and Doctor are...

But the creepy sun that used to be above the chess table has been relocated to the bathroom, in order to watch you pee.

Blonde Girl and Redhead Girl continue their battle for Doctor's attention and affection.

However, it just so happens that Doctor has gone for the only playable girl in all of Onion Vale who isn't blood-related to him: Caryl Hamilton.

Blonde girl's gonna get her for it, too, I reckon.

Meanwhile, General Ginger grows up to look just like daddy...

Although, let's be fair, Daddy is hideously fugly.

And then we have Princess, who, at least, has MOM'S CHEEKBONES, and isn't an exact carbon copy of her dad!

I still think she's kind of weirdly pretty when she's got long hair like this though.

Then again, we all know I have interesting standards of pretty, since I think Jumbles is hot to trot. (HE IS.)

I just couldn't help it. Mmm, Ishcest.

Princess and Profesora both seem befuddled by the fact that The Good Knight Ishkabibble is now a child and not a toddler.

The teens in the house form a homework squadron. It's kind of cute, really.

And when York indulges in her favorite leisure activity of being pregnant...

The Doctor can really do nothing else but laugh.

General, horrified: "Oh God. Mom has sex. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God."

But Doctor calms him down, since another thing he's good at beside preening, bitching, snogging, laughing, and recognizing the signs of pregnancy is noogying his siblings.

General, muffled into Doctor's armpit: I...wanna go...to COLLEGE...

Haha, tough shit.

Iskabibble 6.1 (45/171 pics)

2008-08-03T18:13:09Z

It's been a while (like, "over a year" a while) since my last post. Sorry about that? XD I've been playing a lot, just not sharing. I play the Ishkaspares a LOT. I swear I play the Ishkaspares more than the current gen (I'm on gen 8 now, I think). But I have a duty to all who follow Ishkabibbles to finish my tale as I believe so many already have, and then play spares all I want. So here's the last update I made, here's allll my Ishka-updates if you're into that kinda thing, you sexy beast you, and here we go with Generation 7's feckless heir, York Ishkabibble.

This not being her. I passed over York's sister London, whom I'd originally pegged as heir, but then decided "Actually... she's too much in the Ishka-mold. Gotta break free!"

York finds her new heirdom a subject of such hilarity she may break her impressive cheekbones laughing.

York: "First I saw London, then I saw France, then I saw my-sister-the-former-heir's underpants!"

You know, she's simple, that one.

Chalcedon, heir of Generation 6, has been set to skilling relentlessly since he aged. He's a Knowledge Sim, so that's fine by him.

Besides, when he's not skilling, he gets embroiled in awkward conversations.

Brook: Why don't you do it like the first time no more?
Chalcedon: *wilt*

Devastated by aspersions cast upon his competency in the bedroom, he accepts Death's cup of java...

...and casts a hopeful eye upon the Hula Zombies, whom he hopes will be more accepting of his old age than Brooke.

Oh, yeah, now you cry, Brooke. Now you cry.

You know what, you great snake? I think you're gonna be just fine.

Meanwhile, Lucy Hanby, the former maid, plowed by both Chalcedon and his father before him, is truly heartbroken by the loss of the Generation 6 heir. Brooke shed a few crocodile tears, but Lucy really commits, hitting the ground and howling her aspirational failure.

The Therapist: "Mein gott. Ze titsen, zey are at your knees."

Well, if there's one thing guaranteed to lift a household's spirits, it's a big fat inheritance. I think Brooke finds "inheritance money" a turn-on. I wouldn't be surprised if Chalcedon's death actually increased her chemistry with him.

Puppy: When people run in circles, it's a very, very mad world.

I really liked the little dining area with its stupid little rugs, lol.

The puppy grows up and by god, I've forgotten its name, but it's either Libby, Leo, or Gemma. Libeomma. That sounds like a cystic growth.

Bazongas! What's good, Generation 1!

York's fishing trip at the local cemetery, Graves of the Lovely, is largely uneventful

except for the fact that our Gen 7 genius is fishing in a thunderstorm along with Onion Vale's best and brightest.

The dog thinks it's hilarious too.

Brooke, entranced by her own attractiveness. I think I was peeking through a fence to get this shot, by the way. Maybe.

York looks broken by the thought that she's achieved anything, let alone a silver gardening badge. She's as pokey and elbowy as a garden gnome.

That pimple's in the third eye chakra! SHE WILL HAVE VISIONS!

Oh, and here's the dog Brooke bought to breed with Libeomma.

I don't know what I named it, so let's call it Stringthing.

Meanwhile, Brooke ages. "Oh God!" she weeps as she runs into the streets like an asylum escapee.

"The therapist was right! Mein titsen, mein titsen!"

York, what do you do with piles of leaves? Here, I'll help. You can a) burn, b) rake, or c)...

York: York... eat?
...Righto.

Anyway, Stringthing has twins with Libeomma, named Haverford and John Jay.

Here's Haverford,

here's John Jay,

and here's their complementary ears! In the background, Stringthing is beside itself. "WASH ME!" A string of floss should be sufficient towel for the whip-thin beast.

York grows up and, come to think of it, Stringthing would be a great nickname for her too. Daaamn. I think I made the right choice in switching heir hats. Looking at her makes me want to devise a proof regarding cheekbone circumference or something.

It's been a long time since I had a female heir. And I'm going to make the most of it. See that rooster in the background? That cock? Yeah? You do? Good. Think about it.

Here's Rooster #1, Peter Sims. His face has the geographical quality I like in a face, lots of random crags and cliffs to get caught on, and two entrancing whirpools for eyes, if you're into that.

York beds him in short order. They both look like they've had better in their life.

Mystery puppies I completely forgot about until I looked through these pics again! It's Asia, Hunter, and Corbin!

They aren't as funny as the first set, even if their ears continue to be amusingly complementary :(

York, inspired by her personal mantra of doggy-see-doggy-doo, blats out the firstborn of Generation 8. This generation's naming themes is that of professional occupations and titles, and so we have Doctor Ishkabibble. York is very proud.

She is so proud that she immediately calls up the Animal Control officer Stephen Gould (who has spent so much time rescuing dogs from the Ishkamanse, after all), rides him like the Medusa at Six Flags, and knocks herself out. Er, up.

York: "Doctor? You're a doctor, right? Can you tell if I'm pregnant or not?"
Doctor: *coo, gurgle, fart*

York: Brooke, it's okay, you don't have to die. My son's a doctor. He's about four months old and he's really good.
Brooke: *sees bucket, kicks it*

Doctor: *coo, burp, coo* Another patient, lost! Curses, the epic tragedy of it all! If only I'd had my team on my hands, my equipment, anything, this death could have been averted, this elderly woman saved! GRAMMA! I BARELY KNEW THEE!

Doctor: *fart, gurgle, poop* Oh, by the way, Mom. You're pregnant.

York: Really, son? And you're a big boy now, too!

Doctor looks just like his papa. A bit disappointing. I wanted a monstrous melding, not unlike what occurred with the dog...

Death: DOG. I CAN GIVE YOU GREATER SCOPE FOR NON EUCLIDEAN GEOMETRIES THAN EVEN YOUR ABNORMALLY TWISTED TAIL AND HILARIOUSLY ENGORGED BREAST CAN IMAGINE. COME SERVE A NEW MASTER IN THE DISTORTED DIMENSION OF YOUR BIRTHRIGHT.

York: No! York... miss... DOG!! AQUAAAA!

I miss Aqua too. ;_; And later, when I lose a good amount of tombstones, I manage to keep Aqua's, happily.

Anyway, because Gen 7 just has SO MANY PICTURES, this update will be split into three parts. Next part within the week!

Oh, and I went back into the game after I wrote the update and found out that Libeomma's real name is Madd, and Stringthing's real name is Tirol Choco. Madd is after the band Mad at Gravity, and Tirol Choco is after a delicious brand of Japanese sweets that just happens to sound like the name of an Aztec god.

I did it.

2008-08-03T06:52:21Z

Ooh, lordy, I feel faint. I worked all day on it, just bulled through- took a couple-hours-long nap in the middle of it- and I have completed the Ishkabibble Generation 8 update! I'm probably going to split it up. It's huge. It's ridiculous. It's unwieldy. It's been a long time. It's been over a year! I am probably the last person still doing the challenge. HOO BOY. DOING IT ANYWAY. I will try to update within the next year.

Also, after reading this, my idea of a Sim Twilight parody looks even more amusing. It just means I'd have to reread the books again.... euuuugh. Bad enough the first time! I told music_simbol about it and couldn't stop giggling at the thought. I could use adjectives... many, many adjectives. And sparkly brushes, yesss...

I'm 21! I'm 21!

2008-07-29T04:13:49Z

It's another birthday for me, folks- boy, this journal sure is racking them up, ain't it? 21 years ago, I was eight hours from being born, but let's just say, it's past midnight on the 29th of July and that's close enough for my purposes. I'm 21! Yay! Damn, I haven't posted anything since my last birthday... well, there's only one remedy for that...

Liquor!!! Legal liquor!!!

Especially since I just finished reading Watchmen, and mind=blown...

Securom.

2008-06-13T16:35:36Z

D:

...I did NOT know about that... and I used the launcher to play BV... I haven't had any problems, but... now wtf am I supposed to do? D:

Squee!

2008-06-11T21:03:01Z

Haha! So my fiancee's sister gave me Bon Voyage, since she has Free Time, so I'm downloading houses (since I can't build houses, all of mine suck and are annoying), and updating my hacks and stuff. I refuse on principle to play my game without the gay marriage hack, for one thing. I'm actually having fun just going through TwoJeffs's and Pescado's hacks, and happily thinking about how much fun my game is going to be with the new stuff. Maybe later this summer I'll pick up Free Time. I wonder when Apartment Life or whatever that is is coming out. I'm super excited about that.

I miss everyone. T_T

2008-04-21T08:00:49Z

Wargh, I haven't updated in a long time, and I always have a reason, don't I? *laughs* Well, I've been in Japan since January, otherwise I certainly would have produced something. It's at the point where I don't remember the boolprop cheat off the top of my head. THE BOOLPROP CHEAT! I am weeping for the fact that I didn't bring my games here- I was afraid they would break on the flight or something. I've been reading strange_tomato's wonderful Strangetown stories, and it made me miss working on my own. It's been so long since I wrote, though, that I'd have to do some kind of summary, or gripping re-intro, or something, to garner interest... Hell, though, really, no one was reading when I started, so it doesn't really matter. *laughs* I'll be home in a month, and I guess I can think about it then.

Oh, and if you want to email me on a lark- I will get this email on my Japanese cell phone as a text- email saikoo_nyc-1ban-bam@softbank.ne.jp. Keep in mind time differences- I am 13 hours different from EST (is that how you even say that? lol)- and that the vibration may wake me up if you text me at my equivalent of Asscrack of Dawn! I hope someone takes me up on the email- I'm really homesick, and it would help a lot. Just make sure to say who you are if it isn't obvious. lol. ♥

...okay, and I was also tired of it telling me I hadn't updated for 25 weeks *snerk*

October Project 1-17

2007-10-22T07:07:00Z

All the broken links in the old October Project stuff has been fixed, so please feel free to look back at all the oldies but goodies, and do let me know if you catch any broken image links, or anything out of place! I've been meaning to fix it for a while, but I finally got my ass into gear. Thanks to the many people who have written to tell me about the broken links and such.

I really need to update some October Project stuff one of these days. I'm just so scared of fucking things up o_O

Birthday!

2007-07-29T14:53:06Z

I am now twenty years old. :D

I've spent two birthdays with you guys... here's to many more, my wonderful Sims pals!

Since this is a personal note, I also wanted to add the reason why I haven't been posting this summer: I'm at Japanese summer language camp (I'm SUCH a nerd) and I'm doing third year Japanese in two months. Intensive doesn't even begin to describe it, I'm in class 5.5 hours a day and do about that much work in preparation for class daily, too. I'll be back August 17th. I've been playing when I have the chance, but as yet haven't had time to sit down and consolidate a big old post.

Plus, and this is embarrassing... I get seduced by all the Ishka-branches! Does this happen to anyone else? I keep playing all the leftovers and stuff of the GUCCI challenge. I have this big lot, "Yellowstone Apartments," that I dump all the completely miscellaneous adults in, and it's currently got 7 leftovers and their dog in it, and one of the leftovers is pregnant and three of them are teenagers (well, two since yesterday). Why do I play them? Ionno! I really need to do an ISHKA ALL STARS update at some point when the challenge is over so I can share the shenanigans.

But yeah, anyway, happy birthday to me for I am not a teenager anymore! It's ok because I'm a toddler at heart. :D

simantics @ 2007-06-30T13:53:00

2007-06-30T17:54:40Z

I wanted to share a picture of my favorite new alien.

Is he not adorable?! Don't let those sweet looks fool you, though...

And yet everyone in town wants to be his BFF. What gives?

Introducing d.crisp

2007-05-31T23:08:32Z

I made something beautiful today.

Ishkabibble family tree!

2007-05-28T19:25:23Z

All right, since it's been a while and all... :)

I wish I could have stretched the family tree out to include all the various branches of the family, but then this sucker would be like, 2000px wide. Poo!

Ishkabibble 5.0

2007-05-27T19:37:28Z

I know I haven't posted about the Ishkabibbles since... uh... December... let's just say second semester was a bitch, eh? But ok, so, Generation 5 is all grown up, Generation 6 is present and accounted for, and... I'm having an impossible time deciding. SIMMERS, A CALL TO ARMS.

When last we left the Ishkabibbles, my Generation 5 heir, Chalcedon of the Rugged Cheekbones, had just proposed to Chloe Gonzaga, childhood ribbit-face, whom I inexplicably decided to make up all pretty lookin'.

Too bad ol' Chalce'd already hit Lucy Hanby, former maid, on the side.

Lucy doesn't take well to being always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Don't know what she's whining about- at least she got to move into the Ishkamanse!

Nervous breakdowns ahoy up in this piece. First Tits, perennial break-downer...

Then Asia, Generation 3 Heir India's twin sister, singing rock-a-bye-baby to a potato sack. Potato sack's got a better figure! *buh-dum TISH*

Chloe and Chalcedon hold themselves aloof from the drama. Chloe because she's got the ring on her finger so she's got nothing to worry about, she thinks... and Chalcedon because really, what can you expect from a man who thinks his underoos are appropriate limousine gear.

The dogs make whoopee...

...setting an example the newlyweds swiftly follow.

And these are the days of our lives.

Max and Abbey are going to make some truly hilarious puppies.

This is some serious apocalyptic shit right here. NIGHT OF THE LIVING WEEDS. STARRING BONKERS THE LEADER OF THE PACK, AND ABBEY. GUEST STAR: ABBEY'S PISS PUDDLE.

I believe this is how I came into existence. Heralded by sparkles near my mother's crotchtal region, that is.

There are a gaggle of puppies: Leo, Aqua, Gemma, and Libby. I think I have had better ideas than breeding puppies, I soon realize.

Especially once the new baby arrives, little Sydney Ishkabibble. We'll see how Chloe's genes pan out.

Lucy is made to tend the infant Sydney, because she is unemployed and has shit else to do with her life. You're good at being a maid, aren'tcha Lucy, aren'tcha? Never gonna escape your life of servitude, are ya Lucy, ae ya?

Yeah, smirk at the maid, Lucy. You've borne no potential heirs, you've not married into the name and fortune, you've nothing to smile about yet...

Anyway, ickle Sydseykins is a bore. I vomit on him.

No wait, Sydney vomits on his dad. My bad.

Chaos, utter chaos in this house. Puppies and piss everywhere.

Then the puppies grow up, and... Aqua is a work of art. Aqua is what Cubists think of when they think of dogs.

Check out the cat, Boy George, in the background, hating on Aqua, Aqua's food dish, and Aqua's eyebrows. Aqua's eyebrows look a little like mine, and that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you should handsomely tip your local waxer!

All the dogs- I believe those are Leo and Libby pictured- get taken away except for Aqua. (Don't worry, the Ishkadogs are adopted out to non-heir branches of the Ishkabibbles. No family left unpuppied.)

But Aqua, Aqua is a superstar. Aqua is destined for great things. I couldn't let her go.

In other news, the animal control officer who comes to take the dogs away has a truly amazing profile. I keep thinking his name is Stephen Gould. But no, this is Stephen Gould, and I don't believe that this guy moonlights as an evolutionary paleontologist in his spare time.

Gotta say, fake!Stephen's front view is nice too. I gotta keep him in mind. (And Stephen Jay Gould is an Americna fucking hero! Seriously, check out that Wiki link.)

Whatever. Moving on, just like Chalcedon. Raised in the strange and dysfunctional household that he was, Chalcedon has no concept of proper connections to people, nor does he wish for it. Chloe's out, and Lucy's in!

Yup, bore. Not nearly craggy enough, Syds. C'mon, Australia is known for its landscape. Liven up your face, Sydiddles.

Looks like Ribbitface had some hidden pretty in her after all. Or maybe Syd's actually the fuggest I've ever gotten, but my eye is jaded to it. Could be.

But what about Lucy? HER DAY IS COME.

She demands, and gets, a proper wedding. FINALLY THE BRIDE. Witnesses and everything. But it didn't save Chloe, Lucy, why do you think it'll save you...?

Her pregnant ass gets Asia and Nazri all worried about her. Bitch plz, like Lucy's gonna let a little exhaustion get in the way of getting out of that uniform she hates.

Invigorated, Lucy the Wolf Whisperer finangles Grimalkin into their home.

Yeah, don't be jealous, Chalcedon. Chalce has been working over the leader of the pack for YEARS. All he's ever really wanted is to be a werewolf (it never stops coming up in his wants panel). It's just not happening, though.

On the bright side, Grimalkin is dead sexy. "DROP YOUR DRAWERS, NOWWWW! THE SULTAN OF BRUNEI DEMANDS TRIBUTE"

He will make a fitting groom-dog to the coquettish Aqua. Come on, look at the sexy way she's arching her leg. Guuuurl, you betta WORK!

Back to the ~~peeeeteeeful hyoooomans~~ err, non-canines... Lucy produces an infant, who is a girl, and is named London. As you see, I have chosen a World Cities theme.

London, caught in a particularly lovely moment. I love how the pillow in the background looks like a frilly epaulette, but it's too early to tell with this one. Why is Chalcedon throwing unremarkable children? Females be throwin' off his ugly, sheeit.

So Chalcedon, who must in his heart be some strange combination of Knowledge and Romance Sim (Knowmance? Roledge? sounds like makers of fine watches), makes the moves on Brooke, former animal control officer, in order to plumb the depths of her womb.

Meanwhile Aqua and Grimalkin make whoopee. Because the house needs more puddles of indistinguishable water and piss for toddlers to play in.

Presenting London, her mother watching anxiously behind her. "Is she heir? Is she heir?" Maybe, Lucy. I mean, the cheekbones are looking good.

And Sydney becomes a teenager, having done nothing of note throughout his entire childhood. Is he heir? Is he heir?

"DEMONS, AWAKE! RIIISE!" No, but say hello to your new Prince of Darkness, apparently.

I give Brooke a makeover, because I have all these makeup downloads and I should do SOMETHING with them that isn't simply deleting the lot of them. She looks... pretty. Have I made a mistake, choosing to breed with her?

Lucy ages into the ugliest elder I've had the fortune of encountering. Oh, she's a DISH. The makeup gives her that charming "extra chromosome" look.

Meanwhile, Sydney canoodles with Omarion, a distant cousin a few rungs up the family tree. He's, um, Generation 3's Jubilee's son with an aged-up Meadow Thayer.

Hahaha -- Simcest so far back, the game doesn't register it! Take that, game engine! Omarion's got Sydney twittering like a little girl. Oh Mary, quit clutching your pearls. You know the kinda pearl necklace you really want, only Omarion can give.

Chalcedon has got what he wanted out of Lucy. She's broke and tired these days. So Chalcedon is on to the next, the newest, the hottest thing. Why, he's as distractable as the American public!

So if Chalcedon is the American public, what's Lucy represent? JM Pescado?

Either way, Chalcedon has no problem kicking an old lady's ass, and Lucy gets the beat-down.

I know, Lucy, I know. It's hideously unfair. After all those years spent trimming his bush (in more ways than one), and taking care of his children,

and making sure he doesn't throw the puppies out with the pisswater...

Sorry, sweetheart, but Chalcedon's got to produce the last heir, and London just didn't do it for me, I wasn't feelin' it, yanno, dawg? But keep doin' your thing, dawg.

I change London's hair.

Oh God, that's the worst caption I've ever written. If I'm not careful, I'll go down Generic Legacy X.Y road. "X changes her hair!" "Y has a baby!" "Z burns the toast!" To make up for it, I'll explain that I changed London's hair because she was playing fetch in the mauseoleum...

...and got exactly what she deserved for doing so. Her getting the piss frightened out of her-- twice, I might add-- reminded me of her existence. Ergo, I messed with her appearance! :D

Kissing cousins, ehehehe. Jubilee (Omarion's dad) actually has a very cute family. I'll share pictures of them some time. "ISHKABIBBLE ALL STARS: THE OTHER BRANCHES."

Max dies, AWOOOO.

Abbey dies, AWOOOO. (See what I mean by the, er, "inspired" note my captions are taking of late...)

Brooke marries Chalcedon in the bathroom, in her pajamas. You know, for that classy Ishkabibble touch.

Another look at Sydney. He looks... weirdly handsome. I dunno.

Grimalkin and Aqua, the remaining dogs, make whoopee again. Because they didn't produce puppies last time, dangit. The cat is kept strictly out!

Brooke produces twins, actually, but I didn't get a picture of both kids. They are named York (girl) and Jersey (boy), because I live in the tri-state area. Too bad there are no triplets so I couldn't name one Connecticut. What happened to that World Cities theme? I dunno. I'm losing my mind.

Jersey Ishkabibble.

York Ishkabibble. I think York was born first.

London age transitions, and SHE'S PISSED ABOUT IT. (She always makes this face. It's because of her astounding 1 nice point.)

In retaliation for her constantly grimacing at me, I give her a twee and precious hairstyle. I don't know, she's not really hitting the ugly spot for me.

PUPPIES. *wild cackling* Benjamin, Era, and Mad, I believe they're called. (After musical artists Breaking Benjamin, Era, and Mad at Gravity!)

Caspian: officially BEST GHOST EVER.

Oh Caspian! T____T I MISS YOU CASPIAN. COME BACK SO I CAN DO YOU RIGHT. erm

Note to self: gardener is mega-fug.

Another shot of London. Hmm. Maybe her kids would turn out ugly- she does have the awful Chalcedonian cheekbones. At this point, though, I stop playing the game for, oh, all of second semester.

About six months later, when I finally reopen the game, I find a house in chaos. It's time for some spring fucking cleaning!

I send the puppies away to start with. I cannot deal with the puppies!

I let Chalcedon become a sexy, sexy elder.

And then I get really, really sick and tired of how cramped and added-on-to the house is. So, I make a new one.

Yes, this DID take me all day.

Mausoleum is on top of the two-car (well, four-car, since I used two driveway extensions per door) garage!

Mausoleum includes a wedding chapel. Get wedded in the company of the ancestors!

York grows up and is a little Brooke clone but for the Chalcedonian cheekbones.

I, uh, didn't get a good shot of Jersey. Jersey smells. (hah!)

Jersey and York are a creepy pair. But I like York's outfit!

They're not as creepy as ghost!Abbey, though. "HERE'S LOOKIN' AT YOU, PUP!"

Aqua continues to be reliably hilarious-looking. That's a very "BUT MOMMA, WHY" look on her face.

Here is London's room. It doesn't suit her personality at all. I'm hoping she'll snap and go into a rage by being forced to live in it. But after buying this new expansive home for like $190k, the Ishkas didn't have much cash left, so this is the one fully furnished room.

York and London actually have identical personalities. Identical, shitty personalities.

Whereas York plays in the leaves, though, London stands by fire. She could pull her very own "DEMONS, AWAKE."

And Sydney becomes an adult who looks kinda like Caspian, which rules him out. I want new ugly!

The new maid, Anthony Tan... never opens his eyes. It's eerie.

Oh yes, and I just realized about a week and a half ago that Seasons came out. So I, uh, got it. God, I've been out of it. So... look guys, I got Seasons! And shitty tomatoes!

Aqua gets into a fight with a wolf, and, well, loses. But looks hilarious doing so!

Seasons! Seasons! Seasons!

Cool -- my very first snow, the penguin arrives!

Jersey grows up and looks... kind of like Mehmet, kind of like Chalcedon, kind of like... something I've seen before, yanno? Plus, he was the second twin, so he's not eligible.

York... could certainly take me into a skeletal new direction of ugly. But is she too much of a Brooke clone?

The potential heirs stand in a neat little line. Marylena's ghost is in the background like "Oooh, lemme get in this shot."

The ghosts change into their outerwear, hahaha.

OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK, THE MAID IS HALF ALIEN
Too bad he's a Pao clone...

Lucy, Brooke, and Chalcedon work to resolve their differences. (Because Lucy wants an inheritance. And because I'm torn between London and York, borne by Lucy and Brooke respectively, for heir.)

And Lucy's a woman of long experience... aww, lookit the graceful line of her leg and wee pointed foot.

London becomes an adult, and I pick her as heir, but I don't know... maybe she's a little too much of the same...

And this shot of York is very, uh, evocative.

HELP?! D: Should I rescind the hat of the heir?! I'm leaning towards it...

simantics @ 2007-05-26T17:16:00

2007-05-26T23:53:15Z

I'm seriously having the worst time deciding for Generation 6 Ishkabibble heir, but I'm going to wait on showing pictures and asking for advice until I have a complete update out. Which should be quite shortly. I'm currently making a family tree, you know, to pass the time. :)

Strangetown 039

2007-03-12T22:34:51Z

Tank was home for Solange's birthday, and what's more, he had relented on one point: he had invited his father to see his granddaughter grow up. Tank had not allowed Buzz Grunt to step foot inside the house since the wedding.

Solange -- she groaned now, blushing, when her father called her "Lala" -- was as beautiful as Tank had thought she'd be, but quiet, interested more in the inside of her head than anything else.

However, the air was tense between General Buzz and Jill. Extremely tense, and even the girls noticed it. After some time, Tank took Jill outside and demanded to know why, leaving his father inside. Somehow, he knew the answer would have to do with Johnny Smith.

Starchild, he thought, half in exasperation. You always have to cause a problem, don't you.

"It's, um... it's weird," Jill began hesitantly. "And I just never told you because I didn't think it was relevant. Mom told me, and honestly I wish she hadn't. I wish I didn't know. I think Johnny sort of feels the same way, I mean, like he wishes it never happened. Not that I know exactly what --"

"Jill." Tank's eyes flashed. "Get on with it."

Jill looked unhappy, but she mumbled, "There was a... thing... with my brother and Buzz a while ago. Like, they... they slept together. For a few months. Which is fine, I mean, they're both adults, they can do what they want, and Johnny worked in Buzz's sector, so I guess it was sort of bound to happen? Not like Johnny sleeps around or anything but he does have a weakness for men in uniform."

She scratched her blond hair, which shone beneath the street lights. Tank watched her impatiently, a bubble of hard emotion rising in his chest. "Yes, and?" he bit out.

"They, um, they broke up on bad terms." Jill sighed and blew out her breath. "Really bad terms. Half the neighborhood heard them screaming at each other. Johnny and I, we're half alien, you know."

Old grief touched Tank's heart. He remembered Techie. "I know."

"And... well.. alien men... even half-aliens, and quarter-aliens, and however far down it goes... they can..." She made a face of disgust and blurted out, "They can get pregnant. Johnny did. He didn't know he could, or maybe he just didn't think about it. I mean, he should have been happy, he's been so alone for so long, I know I'd be happy to have another baby now that the girls are so big..."

Tank considered this, his face frozen. He'd known for a long time about his dad's obsession with all things green -- his mother had screamed at his dad about it for a while, until she left -- and it made sense that Buzz would eventually prey on Johnny. Starchild didn't have the sense of a baby lamb, he'd always thought the world was something to be presented to him on a platter. Spoiled, pampered...

...lonely in that great big house with no one but his mother. Quieter and quieter at work until for a year, he stopped coming, and no one asked for him. Different when he came back, with hands that shook when he handled weaponry and so he was transferred to work a desk job, next to Tank. The cure for a Grunt, another Grunt.

"You didn't think to tell me," he finally said, "that your brother gave birth to my half-brother?"

"Um, you Grunt kids have hardly stuck together," Jill pointed out.

"How long has it been since you last spoke to Johnny?" he shot back.

Jill rolled her eyes. "Oh, that's rich," she scoffed. "We are both busy people, you know."

Tank snapped. "Yeah, we're happiest staying out of each other's way -- because of him!"

He pointed through the window at the silhouette of his father. "You don't know what it was like growing up with him, and every time we see each other all we see is him! Fucking look at me, I might as well be his clone! Army and everything, no fucking wonder they don't really want to see me. And he didn't -- you didn't -- NOBODY THOUGHT I MIGHT WANT TO KNOW --"

"It doesn't really concern you, Tank --"

"NO, FUCK YOU IT DOESN'T CONCERN ME, JILL, I DIDN'T MARRY YOU TO KEEP SECRETS FROM ME!"

"Then why did you marry me?" Jill snapped, goaded. "Why? It can't have been to have a family, considering that I had to beg for Solange and break a condom for Perpetua!"

"You did WHAT?!"

Jill was close to tears. "I've done EVERYTHING I CAN to be the perfect wife to you! The perfect mother to your children! I've loved you since I was a little girl, Tank! Would it kill you to even try at being a family?"

"I love my daughters, Jill. But you... I married you because YOU wanted me to." Tank looked at her, and his heart was cold. "Because I've only ever done what other people wanted me to. Mom always told me not to cry after I heard her screaming at Dad, and after a little while, I didn't, I still don't. I'm pretty sure I can't anymore. Dad told me to buff up and get into the army or he'd kick my ass, and I did, even though he can hardly kick my ass now. Ripp told me to go to hell the way other people say hello and good morning, and you can't imagine what the inside of my head is like. You told me to marry you --"

"I asked --"

"You are not as demure as you think you are, Jill. I married you because there was nothing you wanted more in the world, and I thought a man my age should marry."

"You didn't love me!" she cried.

Tank shook his head. "No."

The last thing Tank did that night was go inside, take his father outside, and inform him in no uncertain terms that he was never to darken his doorway again. The General sputtered, "But Tank, I thought you --"

"Whatever you thought about me was wrong, Dad. You never knew me. And now you never will. Leave now before I get my shotgun."

Buzz left.

That night, Jill drew Tank into her arms again, as if to make him love, if not her, then her body. Perhaps she thought that he would love her again, when the truth was that he had never loved her at all. Tank laced his hands behind his head and allowed her to ride him, whispering blandishments and apologies. When she was done with him she rolled off, her lower lip quivering. Tank stared at the ceiling far into the night and hoped she understood that by allowing her to do that to him one more time, all he was saying was goodbye.

"Sis, Mom and Dad are fighting," Perpetua reported softly, trying to paint like her sister could.

Solange shook her head, but didn't say anything. She'd listened to what was happening out on the street tonight, the night of her and her sister's birthday, and had the sinking feeling that she'd just witnessed the dissolution of her parents' marriage. Her parents' loveless marriage.

In the following days, Tank was civil to Jill, a chilling civility that made her wince more than harsh words or angry tirades would have. Jill did not leave, nor did Tank ask her to.

Instead, Tank decided to visit Johnny Smith at home. Johnny gave Tank the weirdest look, but, after a long pause, said, "...All right." Tank swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, and followed him out to the car.

Johnny lived right next to base. It wasn't ten minutes before he said, "We're here." As they left the car, he inquired, "What's with the sudden friendliness?" His voice wasn't cold or accusatory, simply quiet.

Tank had been dreading the question, but he'd also worked all day on a way to answer it. "What's in the past is in the past."

when Johnny snorted like that, he sounded just like his sister. "Is that so? Took you over ten years to figure that out? As far as I'm concerned, it was done the day we age-transitioned, Tank."

"Yeah, well, I'm stupid."

"Don't tell anyone," said Johnny, lifting a cautionary finger to his lips, "but I'm pretty stupid, too. C'mon, let's head inside."

Tank followed silently, unnerved by the sudden sparkle in olive-green eyes, trying to put together his scattered thoughts.

"So what are you really here about?" Johnny finally asked, turning to face Tank, who looked uncomfortable.

"I... I talked to Jill a few days ago." Tank punched the palm of his hand restlessly. "She, um... She told me what happened between you and my father."

Johnny raised his eyebrows. "You had better not be here for some insane attempt at defending the family honor or some bullshit, or I will toss you out on your ass. Again."

Tank clamped down on the irritated retort that immediately rose to mind. Johnny had less than no reason to trust him. "That's not why I came. In fact, I got pretty mad that your sister didn't tell me. I kicked my dad out and told him I never wanted to see his face again. Things are... bad, between Jill and me right now."

Johnny's lips twisted sympathetically, but he shook his head. "I don't know what you want me to tell you. Jill loves me, but," he shrugged, "I'm an embarassment to her. Her green brother. She would be able to love me decently if I were dead and buried, I guess."

"No!" Tank said, too loudly. Johnny started, and his look grew more intense.

"Tank... I'm glad you've gotten over yourself and everything, seriously, and I'm sorry to hear that things are on the rocks with Jill. But what the hell do you want from me?"

Tank remembered how he'd hated Johnny's beautiful, unearthly green eyes, back in the day. They were a different shade than Jill's, or maybe they just seemed different, set in a green-skinned face. Looking at Johnny, he could vaguely understand his own father's obsession with the verdant folk. But he wrenched his attention back to the subject at hand. "I heard about the child," he said quietly.

Johnny's lips, lady god they were expressive, tightened. "It isn't mine."

Now it was Tank's turn to be bewildered. "Johnny, Jill told me you'd had a son by my dad. That kid is my half-brother. I want to at least, you know, see him."

"He's not here, anyway. He's still at school." Johnny turned away from Tank and walked towards the bar, calling, "If you want a drink, tell me now."

"No thanks. I don't drink." General Buzz had been quite the alcoholic. Reason enough for Tank to avoid the stuff, in case he turned out to be like his dad in that respect, too. "When's he home from school?"

Johnny shrugged and began to mix drinks. His long tapered fingers trembled slightly. "What does it matter? I have very little to do with him. My mother raises him mostly. He thinks he's adopted, treats me like a brother. He doesn't look a damn thing like me. He looks like Buzz right down to the dopey eyes." He worked for a moment, then added abruptly, "No, that's not fair to him. He's a smart kid."

Tank sat down at a bar stool, a bit apprehensively. Johnny didn't comment, so Tank assumed it was all right. "What's his name?"

"Jerome. My mom named him. She can't bear to break the J-cycle." Johnny brought some glasses up onto the bar and began to pour his drink. The graceful fingers steadied. "This is not the conversation I wanted to have with you, you know."

Tank shot him a skeptical look. "You wanted to have a conversation with me?"

"Yeah, why not? I never have."

"You have a point."

They talked for some time. Actually, Tank talked. Johnny mostly listened. He was an excellent listener, nodding and mm-hmming and so-what-then-ning while Tank told him what life was like with Jill, how he was starting to be more and more afraid that one of them was going to have to leave the other, how guilty he felt for what this would inflict on his daughters, how he loved them both, how incompetent he felt as a father and husband.

Hours later, Tank finally got around to looking out the window and was apalled to realize that night had fallen. "Lady God!" he cursed, scrambling to his feet. "I gotta get home. I promised... shit... I promised Perpetua I'd help her with her homework. What time is it?"

"It's okay," said Johnny bracingly. "It's only seven."

Tank shook his head. "This is what I was talking about. This is exactly what I was talking about."

Johnny slapped him on the back in a comradely fashion. "Yeah, yeah, you suck at fatherhood, sure, tell that to your adoring daughters. Get back home. And, um..." The halfbreed commander hesitated. "If you... If you need to talk again, or anything. I'm around, you know?"

Tank smiled. "Yeah. I know."

:) Finally- spring break, and I'm able to get this out!!
This part's been written for over a year, but I had to reshoot half of it to make sense. Talk about a headache...

The perennial incest hack question

2007-02-10T21:43:54Z

I'm looking for an incest hack compatible with Pets. I don't need (or, god forbid, want) child/adult anything (eww), I just want teen half-sibs to be able to get it on. I searched MTS2 and InSIMinator and found nothing. Any help?

Strangetown 038

2007-01-20T21:59:13Z

Tank loved Solange, of course, from the moment he saw her.

In celebration of his new fatherhood, Tank shaved his head, temporarily forgetting

that Johnny Smith sported the same no-nonsense 'do.

Lala looked just like her mother, which was good, as Tank wouldn't wish his looks on any little girl.

They only had money enough for the crib, and they'd had to sell a few of the furnishings to have even that much. Tank had to put Lala to bed in the rec room instead of the specially-furnished nursery she deserved. It pained him.

While Jill remained home to look after the infant,

Tank worked tirelessly for a promotion which, once received,

allowed them to tack a nursery onto the house.

With the funds dipping dangerously low, Jill hired a nanny and left bitterly for work as an executive chef.

Tank was exhausted, stealing sleep like a thief in the night, wherever he could.

He even managed to be late

to his own daughter's birthday.

Lala was an adorable little girl,

the pride and delight of Jill's eye.

"But Tank," she said one night, "I miss having a baby around the house."

"We can't afford another baby, Jill," Tank sighed.

"I'm working now," Jill pointed out.

It was true. She was.

Tank used a rubber anyway and hoped that Jill's preternatural fertility would fail.

He doted on Lala whenever he had the time,

and Lala returned the adoration in spades.

She was such a bright and promising child.

It seemed to Tank that while Jill went through all the motions of being a concerned mother, she was really just waiting for the next pregnancy to hit.

He knew that was an unkind and unworthy thought.

Jill was his wife, and he ought to think better of her.

After all, was he really any better? He was rarely at home, and it was Jill who took care of Solange most of the time.

Even though Jill didn't want to work, she did so, striving towards promotion as Lala slept.

Then Jill discovered she was pregnant again.

Tank didn't despair, not really. He loved Lala, and he was sure he would love his new child as well. But he felt wildly unprepared.

The Grunt household stocked up on the goods.

Tank brought home the bacon,

and Jill kept one eye on the baby.

Yet again, Tank missed his daughter's birthday while at work.

It broke Tank's heart, it really did, to be away from his little girl on her special day.

Mother and daughter had a subdued celebration,

and Solange tried not to show how sad she was that her beloved Daddy hadn't made it.

But Lala stayed awake, watching for him through the telescope,

and was overjoyed when he came home, haggard in the wee hours of the morning, to give her a hug and a kiss and make her a special birthday breakfast.

Her daddy had painted her room in her favorite color, yellow, and Solange went to bed happy that night.

Although she only had three hours of sleep, she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed upon boarding the yellow school bus for her first day of classes.

Though she was undoubtedly bright, the teacher said she had trouble getting along with other children without bossing them around, and marked her down for it.

So Lala asked her daddy for advice. Tank told her, "Your teacher's stupid. Keep doing what you're doing, baby. No one's the boss of you."

Jill wasn't too happy about Tank's gung-ho personal style being applied to his daughter -- "She's a girl, Tank," was her constant refrain -- but she was in no condition to complain.

At last, the baby arrived.

They named the new baby, a girl, Perpetua. She had her father's blue-gray eyes.

The little house was no longer so little.

Lala continued her habit of looking through the telescope for daddy to come home.

It always overjoyed her when she spotted him, when he pulled up, so tall and glamorous in his uniform.

Tank spared whatever moments he could to snuggle Perpetua in private and kiss the top of her downy head.

Jill had to get back to work,

so she rehired the nanny.

The nanny was soon fired, however, when Jill realized she could make perfectly good money working from home.

At last, all gods be thanked, Tank was home for one of his children's special days.

Little Perpetua had a look of her father to her, and it wasn't just the eyes.

Meanwhile, Lala, unprompted, continued to work on all the skills she could, producing work an adult would envy.

Strangetown 037

2007-01-13T01:27:40Z

It seemed no time at all had passed when Jill Smith graduated college, proposed marriage to him, and moved in.

Her father, Techie, had recently died, and to Tank's surprise and grief, the alien had left provisions in his will for Tank, too.

Tank wasn't sure what Techie would have thought of his strong-willed daughter marrying the local bully and ne'er-do-well,

but the girl did seem set on him,

and she was very pretty.

Jill was rather absent-minded and did have a tendency to choke down spoiled food without noticing its state of decay,

so when, shortly after moving in, Tank heard her retching in the bathroom, he assumed

the silly girl had gone and given herself food poisoning again.

The house seemed smaller with her in it, like the walls were closing in ever tighter, a garishly-patterned cinch.

Jill liked to bustle around in what she proudly called a housewifely fashion,

but Tank sometimes felt more alone with her than he had without her.

Though she was still ill on their wedding day,

she insisted they go through with the wedding as planned.

The wedding party wasn't very large. Jill invited her mother and of course, her brother, and her friend Ophelia. Tank invited his brothers and his-Father-the-General, one breath.

Tank felt unreal, like he was watching a video of his own wedding instead of living it. Toasts were made,

friendly chatter exchanged,

and at last, Jill and Tank made their way to the rose-covered trellis.

Everyone went silent as the two stood beneath the sky.

The groom's traditional kiss of the bride was as grabby and sloppy as the bride expected and desired.

At this point, after four years of Jill, Tank was pretty confident he knew how to make her happy with minimal effort. And she was absolutely, incontrovertibly, utterly madly in love with him.

That was as good a basis for a marriage as any, right?

After a short interim --

to puke her brains out, Tank could only guess --

Jill returned to the wedding in time to be fed and cossetted for the camera.

In another few minutes, however, she begged off, stating that she was exhausted and needed to lie down,

leaving Tank to mingle awkwardly among the guests.

It was fucking Johnny who took pity on him, of course, and called a toast to distract everyone's attention from Tank's sheer social ineptitude.

In what Tank could only assume was calculated malice, Johnny waltzed over and planted a familial kiss on his cheek. A soft word in his ear, "Congratulations." Tank jerked his head away uncomfortably.

He retreated indoors with his cake as an alternative to starting a fight at his own wedding. Jill staggered out of bed to eat with him, saying, "I couldn't leave you alone for long, hubbycakes!"

Tank was torn between wishing she hadn't left at all, and wishing she'd never been born, as her smile suddenly froze on her face and she dashed to the bathroom yet again. Why this college-educated woman could not grasp that food emanating green gases was to be avoided was beyond him.

The wedding party began to disperse

just as the limo arrived.

Jill wiped the sweat off her brow, rinsed her mouth, and ran out to join her husband

AND FORM A MONSTROUS BEING, SIMTHULHU.

I mean, um, away they went in their weddingmobile.

Upon returning, Jill's first act was to clean the toilet to which she'd been kowtowing.

For some reason, it made her happy to run around the house cleaning. It was what she thought a wife should do.

As long as she was happy puttering about, Tank didn't really mind.

Jill was a good girl. She would make a good wife. The General was pleased as punch.

But one thing was undeniable -- money was tight.

Tank's salary had been enough for one person to live comfortably. It wasn't enough for two, and they'd spent Techie's inheritance money on the wedding. So he told Jill to work.

She didn't take the news kindly at all. "YOU are the man," she snarled, "YOU are the one who works! I'm supposed to be your HELPMEET, HERE in the HOUSE!"

"I don't want a slave, Jill!" Tank shouted. "Yeah I fucking need some help! I'm not your daddy, okay? I don't have astral moneybags floating around, okay? You can earn more money than I do, you went to college and I didn't, so just fucking do it!"

Jill didn't like it, Tank knew. She wanted to be the archetypical housewife and eventually, mother. But she'd do what he told her, if for no other reason than that he was her husband.

It made him feel sick that she would so deliberately hold to those outmoded thoughts. Tank had no idea who had taught her that sort of thing. It certainly hadn't been Techie. But it reminded Tank of the way his-Father-the-General had treated his mother.

Jill comforted herself by rotating about the kitchen, making a needlessly complicated dinner, and smiling up at him as if they hadn't just had a huge screaming argument.

That was how they passed their days. Jill inspected the newspapers

and online job offerings

with a grim smile on her pale features, mouthing platitudes,

taking comfort in her kitchen, a realm truly hers, as Tank only stepped in it to eat.

At first, when Jill had to let out the seams of her dress, Tank figured she'd just let herself go again.

But Jill had been fat in college. He knew what she looked like fat. This wasn't just fat.

Jill must have inherited her father's fertility, because she had managed to get pregnant already, and they'd barely been married three months.

Talk about "way too soon."

It seemed the price of living went up everyday,

proportional to the rate at which Jill's belly grew.

Tank wasn't unexcited or angry. He liked kids just as much as the next guy, and it made sense for a married couple to produce them.

But while Jill sat around at home bitching and moaning about her swollen joints,

Tank was trying to figure out how the hell he was going to make this work.

The house as it had been on the day of their marriage was simply not prepared for a new life to enter it.

Tank worked his tuckus off for a promotion,

and didn't stop working, even when he got the promotion, chasing the next promotion, and the one after that.

He was, literally, worried sick.

He was at work when Jill gave birth to a little girl whom she named Solange.

Strangetown 036

2007-01-05T01:45:36Z

Ivo kept up regular phone calls to his brother and sister, and halfway through his time at college, called to tell them that he, Mari, and Buck had all decided to move into one of the off-campus houses.

Wennie greeted the news with little more than, "Told you off-campus was better!" He still had the one house off-campus all to himself.

In lieu of splitting the rent with roommates, he just proposed to the richest of his girlfriends, a real Diva of a woman from all reports. Wenceslas seemed happy, so Ivo didn't criticize him. Wennie had a very quick wit and Ivo didn't feel like getting burned by it.

One drunken night, Ivo got the hook-up he'd been waiting for since he'd laid eyes on the youngest Grunt. Buck, friendly and kind and smart Buck, got completely wasted. Ivo was bartending, and didn't really know what he was doing, so a few of the shots were stronger than Ivo'd thought.

Buck was climbing him like Ivo was the stairway to heaven. Pressed into the sofa by the larger man's weight, kissing him as frantically as he could, Ivo was surprised to find that all he could think of...

...was how upset Mari would be if she ever learned what they'd done. Even if Buck was drunk and Ivo was no better, even though Ivo'd wanted him longer, it wasn't... it didn't seem fair.

They never mentioned it again. Ivo felt sick for having done that to Mari, and Buck must have too. Ivo caught Buck looking at him out of the corner of his eye once or twice, but it didn't come up in conversation, and they continued their friendship lightly, though at more of a distance.

When Mari proposed to Buck, it seemed the natural culmination of the two's intense relationship. Ivo was happy for them both. He still had Bear, right? Wasn't so bad.

As for Rilla, she moved in with her cute (Ivo'd seen him around, totally cute) mohawked boyfriend, Robert, her best friend, Xenon, and Xenon's nerdy boyfriend, Kevin.

Unlike Wenceslas, or the Mint Green Pimp Master as Xenon called him, they had to work to pay the rent.

Robert -- they never called him Robbie or Rob, though Kevin was called Kev all the time -- had to ditch the mohawk for his job, but Rilla didn't mind one whit, because once it was all grown out, Robert's long silky black hair was a pleasure to play with.

Their arrangement was a good one. Rilla'd been shy and awkward in high school, and it was new for her to have a circle of friends to sit and chat with about whatever stupid injokes they'd come up with.

The one bedroom upstairs was a bit crowded by the two double beds they'd crammed in, but other than that, the place was fantastic.

Besides, Xenon said her sister Praxisa had moved in with Francis J. Worthington, III, in a ridiculously expensive flat, and was miserable. Space wasn't everything.

All Rilla could think, although she didn't tell Xenon this, was that if she had Praxisa's fashion sense, she'd be pretty miserable too. Praxisa's transition outfit was bad enough...

...but her idea of what constituted an improvement was worse.

And Rilla could have told Praxisa not to get involved with a spoiled rich brat like Francis. Or anyone named Francis, really.

Francis was definitely a bad-news name.

Xenon said her sister had seemed happy at first, that Praxisa hadn't expected to be swept off her feet by a wealthy prince of a creature, that Francis J. Fuckington the Umpteenth had said all the right and proper things to bowl a romantic dreamer like Praxisa over.

"Praxisa's insecure!" Xenon had ranted after the last late-night call from her sobbing twin. "That's her problem, she doesn't think she's pretty! She says she's got little beady eyes and her face is too bony and she has no lips and I don't understand because I have a NOSE. So this prick tells her she's got the prettiest cheekbones and big lips make him think of sausages anyway, and she just LETS him do whatever!"

"He proposed like he was actually gonna go through with it. She was so HAPPY." Kev, worriedly, tried giving Xenon a shoulder rub, but she slapped his hands away, stomping up and down their tiny living room. "She felt PRETTY. She thought she was gonna go run off and live in a fucking CASTLE or something. She was all, 'Oh Xee, see, I told you so,' but I KNEW something was up with that muttonchopped son of a cock. I KNEW it."

"Well, what the hell happened?" Rilla pressed.

"He rubbed all up on Lindsay like the manwhore he is," Xenon spat, "not like Lindsay's much fucking better, and when Praxie found out, she was CRUSHED. And when she confronts him about it, what do you think he does?"

"He didn't," breathed Rilla sadly.

"Oh yes he did. He proposed to LINDSAY. With the ring he took OFF OF MY SISTER'S FINGER."

"No," said Rilla, her mouth dropping open.

"WHILE SHE WAS IN THE ROOM."

"You know what," said Robert casually at this, unfolding 6 feet and 2 inches of tall punk male, "I'll be right back."

The next day, a police car pulled up in front of the little house the four friends shared. Robert, typing his thesis on the computer, smirked a little bit.

The police officer scolded Robert for a long time, while Robert stood there, smiling, towering over her with no hint of menace. Sasparilla, in the background, bit her lips to keep from laughing. The police officer told him not to resolve disputes with violence, to let the law handle situations that the law needed to handle, that he was lucky Mr. Worthington III had not pressed charges, that a gentleman of such good family with such good standing in the community did not deserve to be treated that way...

That night, Robert asked Rilla out to dinner at a nice restaurant. Although Rilla'd felt it was coming, when Robert pulled out a little velvet box and asked, wryness and hesitation both in his voice, if she'd marry him, she felt tears sting her eyes. Marry brave, handsome Robert? Marry her soul-mohawked soldier? "Of course," she said, her voice cracking.

It appeared to be the season for engagements. Rilla heard from Ivo that his old dormmates Laura and Conrad had finally tied the knot, surprising no one -- the real surprise was that Conrad went down on bent knee, not the ravenous Laura.

Xenon, hardly about to let herself and Kev get second shrift and tired of waiting for Kev to finish his interminable thesis, proposed the day before Kev's thesis was due.

Of course, the day Kev's thesis was due, Kev damn near killed himself at the computer. Rilla thought Xenon was going to need some saving from the Grim, but both Xee and Kev walked away all right.

Xee laughed later that Kev was still slightly charred by the time they got to sleep. Which was later, Xee added with a wink, than they'd gotten to bed. Rilla told Xee that they shared a bedroom, and she knew, thanks.

Even Jaqueline Smith got the man of her dreams, her elderly Headmaster. Ivo didn't see it, Rilla didn't see it, and even tolerant, accepting Conrad was a bit skeeved out, but Jaqueline was on cloud nine, and the Headmaster seemed a good enough guy.

Wenceslas had his Diva and his half-dozen blondes on the side. Jaqueline had her Headmaster, Laura her Conrad, Xenon her Kev, Rilla her Robert. Mari had Buck, and that idiot Francis had his leggy blonde cheerleader. In the end, only Ivoloki Subject and Praxisa Curious wound up alone.

But both Praxisa and Ivoloki almost preferred it that way, in the end. And this wasn't even the end. Not for a long while yet.

Strangetown 035

2007-01-04T00:53:38Z

The children of Strangetown are leaving for college! Let us introduce our cast of characters, as it's been some time since we've seen some of these guys...

LAURA RAINES: Ajay Loner's adopted niece. Carries a real torch for Conrad Smith.

MARINARA CURIOUS: Lazlo Curious's daughter. Sedate, composed, princessey.

PRAXISA CURIOUS: One of Vidcund Curious's twin girls. Shy, reserved, sweet.

XENON CURIOUS: Praxisa's twin sister, Vidcund Curious's other daughter. Rambunctious, tomboyish, loud.

WENCESLAS CURIOUS: Pascal Curious's alien son. Fat. Green. Dreadlocked. Awesome.

SASPARILLA BEAKER: Loki and Circe's rejected daughter, rescued from a loveless home by Nervous. Sensitive, but tries to be tough.

IVOLOKI SUBJECT: Nervous's son by Loki Beaker. The quiet, passive sort.

JAQUELINE SMITH: One of Jenny Smith's adopted children. Ruthlessly goal-oriented. Crush on the Headmaster of her private school.

CONRAD SMITH: Jenny Smith's other adopted child. Ultimate Sweetness. Wears his heart on his sleeve.

BUCK GRUNT: Buzz Grunt's youngest son, Tank and Ripp's littlest brother, all grown up and going to college against his father's wishes.

Let's begin.

Ivoloki liked colorful clothing. He didn't like dancing or raving so much, but he really enjoyed the clothing, especially because he could wear candy necklaces as actual jewelry that doubled as a snack during classes.

He ended up rooming next to Buck Grunt -- Ivo would have made fun of the name if his last name weren't Subject, of all things -- and Marinara Curious. He didn't know either of them, but he didn't want to room TOO close to Rilla and Wennie. College was about meeting new people!

Downstairs, Jaqueline and Conrad Smith had chosen to stick by one another, separated only by a highly purposeful Laura Raines.

Just how purposeful, Ivo discovered when he attempted to interrupt a Laura & Conrad dance-off. It was very saddening. No one wanted to listen to Bear.

Jaqueline Smith was not particularly sympathetic, when Ivo wandered towards her, Bear in hand, to complain. "Not now, I'm choosing a major," she snapped.

"Sorry," Ivo mumbled, a bit taken aback, and went to go pick a major himself. He kept craning his head, though, to look at the way the light shone off Buck's waxed-back hair.

Ivo was pretty sure there was something between them, but outside of the bathroom, Buck never really said much to him.

Inside the bathroom, though, their strange... friendship? flourished. Ivo didn't know what to call it.

Nor did he get why Jaqueline Smith insisted on cleaning the bathrooms by herself after Buck and Ivo left it. They didn't leave messes...

Ivo checked up on Wenceslas, whom he'd been raised alongside with, as often as his busy schedule as a Philosophy major allowed him to. (As a Philosophy major, his schedule wasn't busy at all.) Wennie had decided to live alone in one of the houses off-campus.

His brother -- not by blood, but by everything else that mattered, as Ivo explained it to people -- was quickly becoming legendary on campus for the speed with which he pulled in all manner of older women.

Word on the street was, Wennie was especially good with blondes.

Ivo remembered Wennie as the chubby doof who ruined every omelette his green fingers touched, not as some great womanizer. How his fatass bro displayed such devastating technique was beyond Ivo.

Ivo didn't go out to the nightclubs much, either, but he kept his ears open, and Wennie had himself a new broad at least once a week. The guy wasn't even Romance aspiration.

Ivo concluded that his brother must be so in love with himself, he just persuaded women to go along with it. Which wasn't a bad strategy. Ivo couldn't replicate it, but whatever worked, worked.

After complaining to his brother that things were going nowhere with Buck, Wenceslas offered the fairly sensible advice of "Talk to him instead of staring at the back of his head in the bathroom."

"I don't just stare at the back of his head in the bathroom," Ivo proceeded to explain, but Wennie immediately held the phone away from his face or something, because Ivo heard distant retching noises before Wennie got back on.

"Sometimes, sharing is NOT caring, Eevie," Wenceslas replied severely.

Their sister Sasparilla was doing well too, it seemed. She was majoring in something really, really practical --Business or Econ or something really mathy, she said.

"Aren't you lonely?" Ivo asked her on his new cell phone (so shiny!). "I mean, I'm all the way on the other side of campus and Wennie's not even ON campus..."

He could almost hear her shrug a burly shoulder (seriously, Rilla was way more bulked than he was). "I'm doing good."

Ivo was pointedly silent. Rilla relented: "I've got a steady study partner in my major who lives on my floor, so it works."

"What's she like?"

"She's really funny," Rilla said. Ivo could hear her smiling. "Girl is crazy. Her name's Xenon Curious, do you know her?"

"Is she related to Marinara Curious?" Ivo asked. "Cuz I know Mari pretty well. She lives next to Buck." He sighed, unable to help it. "You know, Buck may Smustle with me, but I think he likes Mari more."

"How do you figure?" Rilla asked. "You always think the worse. Maybe he's just shy with you. Ask him out sometime. Didn't you say he stared at your butt?"

"Yeah, only cuz there was nowhere else to look, I bet," Ivo said sulkily. "He and Mari have romantic mac-n-cheese dinners late at night. Really late," he added, as if this were damning evidence.

"Oh yeah, it's like they're married already," Rilla teased.

"Don't make fun of me! It sucks to like someone you have no chance with!" Ivo said unhappily. "We went to a nightclub once, and I invited Mari because she's our friend, you know, and they spent the whole time dancing AROUND each other. Like, he'd dance with me, LOOKING at her! It's really shit on the self-esteem."

"I know," Rilla said, her voice falling into its usual somber tones. "If it makes you feel better, there's a guy I like too. He's my type." She sighed, a bit dreamily. "He has a mohawk."

Ivo was immediately interested. He loved hearing about his brother and sister's love lives. "How's that going for you?"

"I'm shy," Rilla fretted. "Sometimes I think he's looking at me, and other times I just... don't know. I keep looking at him over my shoulder."

"What are ya gonna do?" Ivo persisted.

"Dunno. Xenon tells me to stop sneaking around him like a ghost. I told her I've got skintone 3, that's hardly ghostly, but she told me not to be a smart-ass or she'd dip my weave in her cereal. Which I would have to kill her for. So. She's into this guy who lives with us," Rilla answered, brightening. She was secretly as much of a gossip-hound as Ivo.

"Who's the guy?" Ivo asked curiously.

"Total nerd named Kevin," Rilla said. "Personally, I don't see it. He's got a kinda sunken face, but Xenon says he's really funny."

"Is that her only criteria for a guy?" Ivo queried.

"I guess," Rilla replied. "He keeps acting dumb so she'll tutor him. I don't know, I think it's cute."

"Laura and Conrad are getting along really well," Ivo volunteered. "Did I tell you about them?"

"Oh, I've heard," Rilla said with a laugh. "Isn't Laura like, all over Conrad?"

"Well, if Conrad wasn't clearly into her, I'd be all over Conrad. I know ten girls who are still trying to be all over Conrad," Ivo told his sister.

Rilla shook her head. "He's too sweet. He'll snap one day, you'll see."

Table of Contents: Strangetown

2007-01-01T21:07:39Z

Strangetown 001: In which we are introduced to the Smith family just out of the box, with an immediate focus on the homoerotics between Johnny and Tank during the fight at Johnny's birthday party. (35 pics)
Strangetown 002: In which we are introduced to the Grunt family just out of the box, and Ripp and Ophelia have a little side affair, seeing as Johnny's all grown up. (14 pics)
Strangetown 003: In which we are given another slice of the unhappiness, malaise, and ennui of the Grunt family's daily life. (10 pics)
Strangetown 004: In which we skip back in time a little bit and are introduced to Olive Specter, her backstory, and her niece, Opehelia Nigmos. (19 pics)
Strangetown 005: In which we are introduced in further detail to the amorous meanderings of Ophelia Nigmos prior and after Johnny Smith's transition to adulthood. (17 pics)
Strangetown 006: In which Olive Specter passes away, and the Grim Reaper gives the grieving Ophelia a mission that supercedes all petty romance. (27 pics)
Strangetown 007: In which we are introduced to the Beaker family just out of the box, the torment Circe and Loki put Nervous Subject through, and their own tempestuous relation to each other.(24 pics)
Strangetown008: In which young Jill's crush on Tank Grunt is elaborated, Johnny is distracted and finds a job, Tank comes over, and Jill and Jenny share a birthday, framed by the elder Smiths' perfect relationship.(25 pics)
Strangetown 009: In which Jill bemoans the obstacle being Johnny's sister is in her determined courtship of Tank Grunt. (23 pics)
Strangetown 010: In which Johnny's days settle into a lonely routine, and he can't seem to get his unpleasant coworker off his mind, and his superior officer with a fetish for green skin pays an innocent visit.(22 pics)
Strangetown 011: In which we are introduced to the Curious family just out of the box, a little green baby is born unto Pascal Curious, and the young hearts of Pascal Curious and Nervous Subject begin to intertwine. (39 pics)
Strangetown 012: In which Loki Beaker impregnates both his wife and his tortured pet. (30 pics)
Strangetown 013: In which we go back in time a little bit, to just before Tank's age transition, to observe Buck's transition to teen and the continued ruins of the Grunt family. (30 pics)
Strangetown 014: In which Tank moves out to a lonely bachelor pad. (16 pics)
Strangetown 015: In which Circe Beaker realizes she has been impregnated against her will, and Nervous Subject's role as slave to Loki's every twisted whim is more firmly cemented. (30 pics)
Strangetown 016: In which Pollination Technician #9 pays a visit to the Curious Brothers to teach them how to take care of their alien offspring, Pascal's little Wenceslas becomes a toddler, and Lazlo and Vidcund grow ever more enceinte. (25 pics)
Strangetown 017: In which Ophelia Nigmos, with help from her maid, Genesis Lam, tracks down the location of Olive's long-lost son. (21 pics)
Strangetown 018: In which Vidcund and Lazlo have their alien infants, and Ophelia comes by to ask Pascal a favor for a very dear friend. (15 pics)
Strangetown 019: In which Nervous, buffeted from Beaker to Beaker, has his child, Circe has hers, and a hard-faced visitor drops by. (36 pics)
Strangetown 020: In which Ophelia twists Circe's arm for her, a proposal is made, and the Beakers' cruelty comes to an abrupt end. (42 pics)
Strangetown 021: In which we are introduced to the Singles household just out of the box, lesbianism ensues, and Chloe and Pollination Technician #9 provide us an object lesson in alien culture. (47 pics)
Strangetown 022: In which the former Specter estate is refurbished with room to spare, and Wenceslas, Ivoloki, and Sasparilla (Pascal's son, Nervous and Loki's son, and Loki and Circe's daughter) are adorable...ish... toddlers. (49 pics)
Strangetown 023: In which there is a great grand festival of a wedding, and the three Nigmos toddlers become children. (61 pics)
Strangetown 024: In which there is Ripp Grunt's entire life, from teen to elder, and his unconventional home, long-time girlfriend, and three kids. (82 pics)
Strangetown 025: In which Chloe's son Julian is born, and Chloe moves out with Kitty Gonzaga. (66 pics)
Strangetown 026: In which the remaining Curious brothers move out of the old Curious home, and their three daughters become toddlers. (22 pics)
Strangetown 027: In which the Beakers try to make their own way without Nervous, and prove why they are unfit to have children in their home. (86 pics)
Strangetown 028: In which Johnny seeks solace in the arms of a military man after his father's death. (24 pics)
Strangetown 029: In which Nervous bears one more child, Ophelia follows suit, and the three older children grow up and leave for college. (45 pics)
Strangetown 030: In which Jill Smith goes to college and redoubles her courtship effforts. (74 pics)
Strangetown 031: In which Johnny's affair is blown to hell and back due to a mistake of biology, and Jenny Smith adopts two of Strangetown's unwanted children. (59 pics)
Strangetown 032: In which we are introduced to Ajay Loner fresh out of the box, with the minor addition of a little girl who has come to stay with him. (20 pics)
Strangetown 033: In which Johnny comes to an unhappy accord regarding his relationship to his son, and Jaqueline and Conrad age-transition. (34 pics)
Strangetown 034: In which Jill wraps up both college and her courtship, and sails off to begin her life in love and earnest. (45 pics)
Strangetown 035: Laura Raines, Marinara, Praxisa, and Xenon Curious, Wenceslas Curious, Sasparilla Beaker, Ivoloki Subject, Jaqueline and Conrad Smith, and Buck Grunt go to La Fiesta Tech. (40 pics)
Strangetown 036: La Fiesta Tech, part 2 of 2. (33 pics)
Strangetown 037: Jill and Tank's married life begins. (63 pics)
Strangetown 038: Jill and Tank have a few kids. Tank tries to learn to love his wife. (53 pics)
Strangetown 039: Amidst the shambles of his failing marriage, the secret Tank learns drives him to the Smith house to talk to Johnny and attempt to pull truth out of him. (40 pics)

This table of contents will be added to with every chapter of Strangetown. I suggest anyone who's interested add this to their memories. :) I will probably advertise this post after I punch out 035 :D I feel accomplished, since some of the old updates had broken picture links and I FIXED them! I still have some work to do on the file organization on the webspace itself -- namely, imbue some -- but that can come a little later.

simantics @ 2007-01-01T15:38:00

2007-01-01T19:38:01Z

OK guys, it's been a while, but I want to see if I can get a Strangetown installment out today or tomorrow. I'm posting this so I don't get away with not doing so >_>

Pay swap?

2006-12-21T10:08:49Z

Hey, does anyone want a year's paid account for Christmas? If you buy me one for amasaglajax, my RL journal, I'll buy you one for the journal of your choice. That way we both automatically get the 100 userpics add-on as well. I asked this on my RL journal, but there were no takers, so I'm trying here. *peers* Iconses, guys!