in your face, michaelangelo!

So I just painted the ceiling of the little bedroom, in about an hour or so. Now, I've never seen the Sistine Chapel, but chapels are generally pretty small. Even if it was only, say about twice the size of our room (a fairly generous chapel!), I still think he was being pretty slack taking four years. I'd sympathise with him on the bit where the walls meet the ceiling, that's a tough part, but you know, beyond that... A roller on the end of a broomstick, that's the trick, Michael.

Mind you, I suppose he had to leave work to go and fight crime with his Turtle buddies a lot. Still, he should've had a subcontractor of some sort to take up the slack. He was lucky the Pope didn't call Watchdog. "This shady decorator has taken four years to paint one ceiling..!"

sleep tight

I've had my first Sims anxiety dream. The Grim Reaper sort of glided up to Bonnie - this is my Sim couple I was talking about the other day, the ones I was remaking in Body Shop - and obviously it was her time (somehow, it's not like she was doing anything dangerous..). Malcolm* was sitting at the table eating a toaster pasty; he was in the foreground, Bonnie and the Reaper were in the background. Immediately I realised he had to plead for her life, but it took so long to get him to stop eating and get his arse in gear that the Reaper took Bonnie and I was most put out.

*Their surname is Oeuf. Do you see what I did there?

choice, the agony thereof

After a few days with Sims 2 now, I've been creating lovely (and some not-so-lovely) Sims in the in-game Create mode. I'd kind of overlooked Body Shop, because, well, it was released before the game and surely it's less advanced..?

Nuh-uh. IT ALL KINDS OF ROCKS! The tweaks available in there are mind-boggling compared to Create-A-Sim. I'm currently recreating my favoured Sim couple from the first game and oh god, they're just gorgeous.

"write in journal"

...flapjack bought sims 2 on Friday...

..send food..

sod everything else

Here's the chocolates.

The gold flecks you see at the bottom there? Gold leaf. Yeah. There's silver leaf, too. And on the right, that's a cinnamon chocolate, and the one in the middle is jasmine and it's all a bit weird and yum.

i was going to post

but the oven is beeping, meaning my potato is ready. so i guess it'll have to wait.

Things I should cover - bread, chocolate, Prince Harry, Metroid Prime.. and stuff.

no smoke without..

So I just had a little wander over to the park we thought was on fire last night. And what did I find? Dogs, tiny children being taken for walks, trees.. nothing charred at all. So I walked on further, and there..

Hey! That's rural idyll! Not a fire-scarred wasteland! Very disappointing, though quite nice to just discover round the back of the houses opposite. Still, not exactly what I was looking for. I continued my search and found..

It was a shed, in the allotments. A small tree was taken with it. So much smoke, but really very little fire. A nice little walk, nonetheless.

they keep starting fires..

Last night I walked into the bedroom and Flapjack told me to stop moving. I assumed I was making too much noise, galumphing over the floorboards. And I was, for there was to be heard a cracking, popping noise from outside. I stood by the window and listened, but couldn't place the source, looked up and down the street, because it seemed to be coming from everywhere...

Then I looked up at the houses opposite, and behind them there was a huge orange glow, smoke, glowing cinders flying into the air.. Yup, Walthamstow was on fire again (this is after the shopping centre in town, and Momart? That was just down the road, saw that from the bedroom window). I tried to get a piccie, while Flppy called the fire brigade. Hmm. My priorities seem a bit off there.

winners and losers

I did my mine canary impression for Alien vs Predator, and I'm still tweeting, just about. Not about the film, but generally. You know. Tweet. Tweet.

So how you been? Personally, I've been pretty okay. I made some sort of biscuity things last night and they were quite nice. That's definite. Nice. We cooked chinese food on Saturday and the damn fish paste we made won't come out of the blender, which is lovely as you'd imagine. I managed to need to change shirts twice that evening, which means I'm clearly very messy (ice cream first, chicken stock next). Well done, that moth! Flppy made spring rolls (yep, made) while we searched the inter-web for holiday homes in Whitby, which is where we're going next year with her family. It should be fun, I haven't had a holiday in years.

I'm currently in a writing sort of mood, and I have a big idea finally starting to make sense in my head, which is always pretty exciting. Whether it'll make sense when I shove it into Final Draft is another question entirely, but the process is always... um, well, actually it's always a slog and a frustrating one at that. So we'll see.

deux

This post marks the second anniversary of Moth and Flapjack. No flowers, please. We don't have enough vases*.

*Not true, we have a million vases