goofball

My blogging seems to come in bursts. In fact, I'm writing several blog posts today (June 19) and then scheduling them to post once a day so I don't clog anybody's feed reader. But that's okay. As long as I keep the crowd happy. Or indifferent.

So EA has a page up for Sims 3, designed to make all of the goofball Sims fanatics–like me–salivate for the next year and a half until it actually ships.

They better spend that year and a half making the new game look like more of a new game and less of an expansion pack for Sims 2.

Boy, it’s non-stop excitement here in southern California’s bastion of wealth and excess.

We don’t plan on leaving the area, but if we do, we always had one caveat: we had to live within 60-90 minutes of an international airport.

Today convinced me we need to add one more qualifier: we must live within 60-90 minutes where we can see Broadway touring company shows.

We saw Spamalot today. I started laughing when I was reading the program.

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It seems that my neighbours to the right of me have acquired two St. Bernards. My dogs are fascinated by this new development, and spend hours a day pining for the dogs next door.