running with scissors... i downloaded the running with scissors object from the official sims website - and when one of my sims started running around with it he suddenly died! grim reeper and everything. is this what that object was made for or was it just an unexplained tragidy in veronaville? what are your experiences with this object...
had one of my college students do that too... wasn't paying attention to him and the next thing I know, he's history. needless to say I don't buy the scissors anymore.
I've only purchased the scissors for a family of Knowledge sims who wanted to be resurrected. Needless to say, the wrong Sim (family sim) died from them, and his son had to beat the Grim Reaper in a game of rock paper scissors. So yeah...they're for unexpected deaths when you're not paying attention.
Hmm this sounds like fun ... I haven't generally downloaded any official Maxis objects as I didn't really see the point. Would anyone know if the nanny's would be able to use this?
This was Maxis idea of an April Fools Joke. Running with sissors supposedly gives your sims lots of "fun" value until they die. It's like repairing an electrical device: You just never know when they're going to have a shocking experience and Grimmy shows up with his cell.
It's perfect for your nanny--she'll be trying so hard to ignore your baby's crying, so she spots the perfect distraction: a giant pair of scissors! I'd love to download it, but unfortunately I lost my CD case, and therefore the serial number. By the time I found the official Sims 2 site, it was already lost in te mists of time. That's also partially the reason I can't get Uni.
I quite liked the idea that Maxis can make myth turn, like magic, into sim-reality. I've seen all kinds of bizarre accidents in the course of what I hope will be a long innings at bat in the mortal realm. I've seen a kid with a spoke from from a bicycle wheel pinning his top lip to his eyebrow (tres punk I know but this happened because he tried to break the laws of physics ... bicycles have to go around lamposts!) I have a scar on my forehead after my little sister's first attempt at crazy golf ... she'd only seen Jack Nicklaus doing golf on the TV so she swung that putter like an olympic hammer thrower and my head was in the way ... hmm ... that probably explains a lot .... There was even a guy at university with me who was left handed because he had halfway cut his right arm off by trying to run thru a glass door when he was six (and thereby becoming the first recipient of micro surgery in his county ... it was years before his right arm worked properly but by then he had learned to read and write). As far as scissors go the only fun I ever heard of with those was when my aimiably dopey uncle used my aunt's dressmakers' shears to cut the TV cord to shorten it (because -- presumably -- one that is too long is a dangerous tripping hazard ) Mains voltage in the UK is 240 volts ac. The scissors had a neat black-edged hole in them. Uncle? Oh he's drawing his pension and wishing that he hadn't kicked the dog that peed on his leg when he was supposed to guarding the queen's house ... Oops ... off topic a bit. My point is that I never heard of anyone dying from running around with scissors.
Your uncle was one of the queen's guards? Too cool. I know it must be somewhat commonplace there, but here in the states that just sounds so, well, British and exotic. Kicked the dog, huh? I'm not sure I'd be able to resist that either. The guards are supposed to stand perfectly still, I know. Where was the dog's owner I'd like to know. I do know someone who lost an eye when she fell over a bike rack and quite literally poked it out. Youch. Also someone who got a concussion from tipping his chair back too far after the teacher warned him not to. But no, no one I know ever got hurt running with scissors. Maybe their mothers drilled it into them not to.
got my first ts2 on dvd... we were wall-boarding at the the time... needless to say the dust did it in. I wasn't very careful about putting it away. so broke down and purchase the cd version. sometimes you do what you have to do. it's also a good lesson to registar your game asap. good luck.
You don't need a valid TS2 number to get Uni. Uni will give you a new number and you can use that if you want to register on the Official BBS. All you need is some working serial to make TS2 itself work, or if it already DOES work, then you can go ahead and install Uni.
It's important to note that in addition to your legal rights under your own country's consumer laws most players will also benefit from EA Games' own guarantee to replace "user-damaged" media for a small fee (on a per disc basis). In most cases this will be a lot cheaper than replacing the whole game, though of course it takes longer than just going to a handy store and buying a shiny new copy. (Argh! I used the word shiny! Does this mean I am turning into Pescado? )
Now you see that's why we Brits think that Americans don't get irony. Sarcasm works best in small and subtle doses; the more homeopathic the better. Juggernaut sized dollops of sarcasm are neither wittier nor better ... they're only more obvious. I suspect that, from a cultural standpoint, britons like the subtler, less obvious stuff because then they can laugh both at the joke and the idiot sat next to them who is laughing because he didn't get it but is laughing anyway to avoid looking stupid ... and knowing how to spot one of those is culturally ingrained. Arguably.
That was a lot of big words, Mirelly. Anyway, I still don't have enough money to get Uni, AND my parents don't like purchasing expensive things, even if they didn't pay for it. The last time I went to the petstore, I said I needed to get some more food for my hamster, and my mom said, "Are you sure? Can't you just feed it corn or something?" I love my parents, but sometimes they're too much.
I went on an exchange to America last year, and it was so odd to be considered exotic. It's probably just because I live here, but to me Britain is the antithesis of exotic. I mean, we invented 'exotic' on our imperialist ramblings; how can rain, tarmac and cold politeness be exotic? But it was so much fun to be an oddity from a strange and foreign country. I managed to convince someone that because the Queen owned all the swans, and stealing from the Queen must be more illegal than stealing from normal people, then if you killed a swan then the Queen took over as chief of police and all the policemen in the country were redirected to hunting down the killer, who, when caught, was personally escorted to prison by the Queen herself. It's nice to be the national underdog for a change - less guilt.
Generally, the word "exotic" translates to "not from around here". It has also been used as a euphemism for "erotic". Thus, since the British are not-from-around-here (in the US), this makes you exotic here. BTW, did the US seem exotic to you, or are we homogenized and boring due to our omnipresence, stripping us of the "not-from-around-here" effect?
Yeah, I looked up the definition because I had a sneaking suspicion that ^, found that my suspicion was correct, grumbled internally, and then decided to dishonestly use the word regardless, with the flimsy justification that I was using a slightly different definition, less objective and dry than dictionary.com's and more coloured with my own image of its meaning - i.e. what is considered to be 'exotic' by a white, middle-class English girl, which requires little imagination for you to ascertain. But yes, you're right. The natural landscape, which is something that cannot be successfully exported, and which I glimpsed from the window of my exchange partner's SUV, was faintly exotic, insofar as it was to an extent (I was in the notoriously featureless Missouri) different from the lanscape I am familiar with. But apart from that, the US has managed to saturate the world (or my experience of it) so well that no experience significantly detracted from familar stereotypes. Your concrete is the same as ours, and most of the people I met and places I visited I had magically (and unnervingly) already met and visited in US highschool movies, bland sitcoms and even cartoons. The only exotic manmade location I visited, or rather was hurried nervously through, was a working-class inner city area in St Louis, where people were dancing to exciting music on the evening street.
And it was rightly so that you were nervously hurried through, given that if you were to hang around in such an area unguarded for very long, you would very quickly be grabbed by some ruffian and later found raped, robbed, and murdered in a ditch. Americans can be rather uncouth like that.
Don't look if you can't stand the depression Amen to that one. http://abclocal.go.com/wtvd/news/071105_NW_ericlanesentencing.html It's stories like that I have to deal with every day with my job, the ones that don't make the news because we live in the sticks and the children weren't killed, just tortured physically and emotionally and that doesn't make the papers. I give their parents parenting education to help the courts decide if they can move back home. One recent case was that of a mother who gave one of her children, a 2-year-old girl, to her father because the mother had so many children she couldn't care for her. The father was violent and has a long history of criminal behavior and alcoholism. He brought the child to her mother's house late on night with horrible injuries, and the two of them decided that she needed to be taken to a hospital. No one will tell the authorities what happened to this little girl. She had broken ribs, ruptured spleen, internal injuries, and head trauma, plus doctors found evidence of old fractures in her arms that have not been treated. Mom and Dad keep pointing fingers at anyone but themselves. Little girl is in foster care now that she's out of the hosptial. Mommy came through my Parenting Class and seemed to get a lot out of it, but barely mentioned the little girl. I have never seen Dad, nor do I want to see him for fear I would spit on him or something else unprofessional. Okay, I'm sorry, I got off the subject. Ummm, we're talking about, ummm, Sim Nannies! Yeah, that's it!! Sim Nannies are evil.
