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Hey guys, guess what I've got. If you said Coca-Cola, you'd be right, but more importantly, pictures! No, my computer's still broken, but I brained good today. It occurred to me to try plugging my hard drive into the piece o' shit Dell I've been using, and what do you know. It worked. Can't get at any of my stuff to upload since this computer has no room for Sims, and I can't work on anything, but at least you can have some pictures. Er, yay?
Constance is Not Impressed by the afterlife.
Mac and Stu's kitchen, which no longer exists because they were moved to a larger house directly after this picture.
Mostly because they got married.
So did Benny and Selma.
There's a few things I could put here. They're all penis jokes, so fill in the blank at your leisure.
All the bee attacks and 'accidental' fires have begun to catch up with Fairuza. People snarl in her direction and poke her. Deathwishes, they have them.
She takes it more or less in stride.
Leave me alone, I love her.
"What did I say that sounded like 'tell me about your sex life'?"
Selma and Benny's firstborn, Abraham. They are not in this picture because they were busy off making another one.
Fairuza turns out to be a surprisingly doting grandma, considering how little she paid attention to her own spawn.
Limbo bars: better even than dance spheres.
Winston drowns his sorrows in weed. Ironically, he then died of starvation. I forgot how drastically the hunger bar drops.
A posthumous picture of Glauce getting down with her bad self.
Luke and Kipling's youngest, Felix (yes,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
beescratch, named after that Felix).
"What're you looking at?"
That.
Hattie continues the free babysitting.
This picture is a lie. Lovecraft never, ever sits the hell down if she can possibly help it. I think she was on the verge of passing out, here.
Like the Buckminster kitchen, this corner no longer exists, because shortly afterwards Augustine shacked up with Will.
I would say "Don't do that in front of Will," but I recall that he likes to watch.
These two deserve each other. Seriously.
Remember how I said I was going to nudge someone in Baxter's direction? As it turned out, I didn't have to, because Jord took to him like a fat man to an ice cream cone. Baxter, as you can see, needed a little convincing.
In other news, Jord continues to be a bitch, even to her beloved Killer.
It feels good to have something new to stare at obsessively as I pine for my dear dead computer.
Also, I can finally post that boho dress with open boots, so expect that in a day or two. By which I mean tomorrow.
Constance is Not Impressed by the afterlife.
Mac and Stu's kitchen, which no longer exists because they were moved to a larger house directly after this picture.
Mostly because they got married.
So did Benny and Selma.
There's a few things I could put here. They're all penis jokes, so fill in the blank at your leisure.
All the bee attacks and 'accidental' fires have begun to catch up with Fairuza. People snarl in her direction and poke her. Deathwishes, they have them.
She takes it more or less in stride.
Leave me alone, I love her.
"What did I say that sounded like 'tell me about your sex life'?"
Selma and Benny's firstborn, Abraham. They are not in this picture because they were busy off making another one.
Fairuza turns out to be a surprisingly doting grandma, considering how little she paid attention to her own spawn.
Limbo bars: better even than dance spheres.
Winston drowns his sorrows in weed. Ironically, he then died of starvation. I forgot how drastically the hunger bar drops.
A posthumous picture of Glauce getting down with her bad self.
Luke and Kipling's youngest, Felix (yes,
beescratch, named after that Felix)."What're you looking at?"
That.
Hattie continues the free babysitting.
This picture is a lie. Lovecraft never, ever sits the hell down if she can possibly help it. I think she was on the verge of passing out, here.
Like the Buckminster kitchen, this corner no longer exists, because shortly afterwards Augustine shacked up with Will.
I would say "Don't do that in front of Will," but I recall that he likes to watch.
These two deserve each other. Seriously.
Remember how I said I was going to nudge someone in Baxter's direction? As it turned out, I didn't have to, because Jord took to him like a fat man to an ice cream cone. Baxter, as you can see, needed a little convincing.
In other news, Jord continues to be a bitch, even to her beloved Killer.
It feels good to have something new to stare at obsessively as I pine for my dear dead computer.
Also, I can finally post that boho dress with open boots, so expect that in a day or two. By which I mean tomorrow.
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Man, I'm glad my hard drive works too; I was worried it might've gotten fried too. My backup drives are assuredly fine, so I've got all my programs and whatnot, but all my writing (which I backed up beforehand, happily), pictures, music, and so on are on my IDE drive. At least now I know I can get my things if I have to format.
Babble babble babble shut up, Azaya.