My XPS arrived the other day and is parked on my desk at work (it's a big desk). Yesterday, to run it through its paces, I installed Sims2. Rob had to get me the key to the game since I'd forgotten mine at home, but once I had the key, Sims2 was off and running in fine style :)

Sometimes the guys in the office will stop by to harrass my fish, Mo Betta. They've been stopping to admire the XPS (one of them gave it a hug). The Sims2 brought them over to cheer on the adventures of Doofus Goofball, a singleton like most of them.

Rob had mentioned to me earlier in the evening that he liked the fact that two Sim women would be just as happy getting it on with each other as they would with a Sim man. One of the first comments I heard in the office was, "Is that the Sims? Man, I love that game. They have lesbians!" Men.

So Doofus puttered away beside me while I worked. Every so often other designers stopped by to check his progress: "Has he got a girl?" "What kind of job does he have?" "Can I pull the weeds in his lawn?"

This last comment from a designer who hadn't played the original Sims (other than SimTower). He was entranced, directing Doofus in cleaning the yard, then the kitchen, then cooking a meal for the visiting girlfriend. Minutes later as I was over at Matt's desk, Joe called us back over, "Look! They're making out on the stairs!" Men.

Later on, Doofus got engaged to his girlfriend. The other designers were impressed by the cut scene. "He needs a bigger bed," commented one of them, "so they can get it on." Men.

At about midnight I was getting ready to leave. Joe came back and observed that Doofus' TV was smoking. "I call the repairman so they don't electrocute themselves," I said. Joe decided Doofus should take care of his own things and directed Doofus to repair mode, where Doofus immediately went into shock. This drew a crowd of designers again. We all watched as the Grim Reaper arrived, took a cell phone call and Doofus' soul, then floated upstairs to use the facilities before leaving. "Oh, man," said several of the designers to Joe, "We've been rooting for him all night...and you killed him."

Joe was horrified. "I had no idea! I'm so sorry!" he said over and over. He did look horrified, his hand clapped to his mouth as the Grim Reaper did his business (the soul-sucking part, not the facilities). Joe's got a new nickname around the office now: SimSlayer Joe.

My XPS arrived the other day and is parked on my desk at work (it's a big desk). Yesterday, to run it through its paces, I installed Sims2. Rob had to get me the key to the game since I'd forgotten mine at home, but once I had the key, Sims2 was off and running in fine style :)

Sometimes the guys in the office will stop by to harrass my fish, Mo Betta. They've been stopping to admire the XPS (one of them gave it a hug). The Sims2 brought them over to cheer on the adventures of Doofus Goofball, a singleton like most of them.

Rob had mentioned to me earlier in the evening that he liked the fact that two Sim women would be just as happy getting it on with each other as they would with a Sim man. One of the first comments I heard in the office was, "Is that the Sims? Man, I love that game. They have lesbians!" Men.

So Doofus puttered away beside me while I worked. Every so often other designers stopped by to check his progress: "Has he got a girl?" "What kind of job does he have?" "Can I pull the weeds in his lawn?"

This last comment from a designer who hadn't played the original Sims (other than SimTower). He was entranced, directing Doofus in cleaning the yard, then the kitchen, then cooking a meal for the visiting girlfriend. Minutes later as I was over at Matt's desk, Joe called us back over, "Look! They're making out on the stairs!" Men.

Later on, Doofus got engaged to his girlfriend. The other designers were impressed by the cut scene. "He needs a bigger bed," commented one of them, "so they can get it on." Men.

At about midnight I was getting ready to leave. Joe came back and observed that Doofus' TV was smoking. "I call the repairman so they don't electrocute themselves," I said. Joe decided Doofus should take care of his own things and directed Doofus to repair mode, where Doofus immediately went into shock. This drew a crowd of designers again. We all watched as the Grim Reaper arrived, took a cell phone call and Doofus' soul, then floated upstairs to use the facilities before leaving. "Oh, man," said several of the designers to Joe, "We've been rooting for him all night...and you killed him."

Joe was horrified. "I had no idea! I'm so sorry!" he said over and over. He did look horrified, his hand clapped to his mouth as the Grim Reaper did his business (the soul-sucking part, not the facilities). Joe's got a new nickname around the office now: SimSlayer Joe.