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28. PhD Candidate in Creative Writing and Literature. Loves cyborgs and zombies, sewing, steampunk and cosplay. Horror movies. Wants to be R. L. Stine when she grows up.

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So I called on that interview, and yes, it was goi...
Friday, July 9, 2004

So I called on that interview, and yes, it was going to be more like a solicitation instead of an interview. Blah. I cancelled, as if you couldn't figure that out.


I would just like to say, for the record, that I think what that agency did was shady. I mean, getting the ranks of the unemployed excited about a phony interview is just mean. Plus, they were trying to take advantage of my career desperation to try to lure me into their weird "Be in business for yourself, not by yourself" nonsense.


Anyway... ever since I cancelled the interview, my life has been absorbed by The Sims (Vacation edition, although none of my Sims have gone on vacation because they couldn't afford it). My friend Mike asked me the other day if I played The Sims anymore, and I haven't played since the Spring 2003 semester. So I suddenly got the urge to live vicariously through my Sims--seeing as how they all can get jobs simply by finding a newspaper or choose from 3 options on their home computer.


I should tell you that I don't play wussy Sims. I play Survivors Sims. I put 8 characters in a house, with hardly any money, and then they all have to get jobs and try to survive starting their kitchens on fire, and eletrocuting themselves by trying to fix their televisions on sticks (you know, the ones with the antennae).


This is the first time that all 8 have survived to get promoted rather far along in their careers. So far, no one has died. Which is strange, because this is the third time I've played this way, and I've always had at least one or two die. Colonel Sanders and Lara Croft each died last year in the aforementioned ways. But both Batman and Robin went to have fabulous careers as daredevils and crime enforcement.


This time around the cast of characters includes:


Lydia Deets from Beetlejuice. She's currently in love with Louie the Vampire (Louis, as in The Interview of a Vampire Brad Pitt Louis, but I call him Louie--not too shabby for Lydia). Louie is on the slacker career track, and he's currently a lifeguard, an irony I take great joy in. Lydia is also in love with Psylocke. (Is Laura going to be the only one who knows who Psylocke is?) Lydia is a ho. She's also in love with two of the neighbors. Psylocke is currently working for the government, which I find appropriate, at least until her brain gets switched. (Hyuck, hyuck, a joke only Laura can love.)


Next we have Mr. Pink from Reservoir Dogs. He's on the Life of Crime Career Path, another great one for appropriate-ness. (He's currently a bookie.) Then there's Rube from Dead Like Me (from the shows that are still on the air, Dead Like Me and Six Feet Under are my favorite). Rube is on a political career path. Not exciting. But he makes a lot of money, which is what was important at the beginning of the game, so the family could afford things like a toilet. Rube, unlike the other "famous" characters is not actually a true skin, but rather a grim reaper in full robe-wear walking around, playing chess and watching television.


I threw a Mermaid into the mix. She kind of waddles around, and it's funny. She's on the paranormal career track and she's a hypnotist at the moment. Rocket Robin Hood also joined the ranks of Survivors III, and he's on the science track. I like it when he was a test subject, but he's graduated on up to a science teacher now. Dead Prue from Charmed is there. I was going to use her for fodder, since I hate that show. But like I said, no one has died.


You know you're a sad individual when you're envying your Sims because they all have jobs. Heh.


Oh, another thing... Zappo and I have been staying up late, and there's nothing on tv really late at night. Except Boomerang. Oh my god. It's like a Hanna Barbera orgy. If I see another freakin' episode of Josie & The Pussycats I am going to puke and then poke my eyes out.


Then I could collect Social Security... but I'd still be unemployed... Hmmm... Nah... I don't think I could lose my eyesight over Josie & The Pussycats. They're too lame. I'd have to give it up for something cool. Like exchanging my eyesight for a cure to boredom. Or for the latest Gossip Girl novel. Or something. But not the freakin' Pussycats.


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