Simming

Note that the title says Simming, not Slimming…I wish it were slimming, but it isn’t, and it’s probably not saying slimming because I might be spending too much time simming. Got it? No?

 

Tough.

 

This is me:

Oh wait. Perhaps I should explain why I’m cooking in my underwear…Or that this is a game.

 

I got a computer game for Christmas from my family: the Sims 3. Like its two predecessors, you can create and them live as or manage simulated people. In this one (I didn’t ever get Sims 2), you can create your sims so that they can even look like you. So shortly after installing the game, the family and I sat down and created our virtual family…That took about two hours.

(A small picture, I know, but it’s the best I could do.)

 

So far, in just a few hours of real-time gaming, I’ve become a firefighter, Jenni’s a blogger, and the kids tonight suddenly grew up into adults at their birthday party:

 

Hannah is working in the fashion industry, Zoe has a job in the arts, and Patrick, well…One thing you can do when creating your sim is to give them traits, and Patrick chose one of his traits to be “Evil.” So he’s working in the criminal career. After his first day on the job, his bosses came back and said he needs to perform better or he’ll lose his job.

 

I have no idea what that means.

 

But back to the first picture: For some reason, when I wake up, I don’t change into work clothes or the “everyday” outfit…I go and cook breakfast in my underwear. And on weekends, when I don’t have to go to work, I end up staying in my underwear for a while, if I don’t step in and change things. Needless to say, the girls are not impressed with this.

 

So I’ll keep playing and see what else happens. More to come, I’m sure.

 

See you tomorrow.