It 3 days passed before I broke down and bought The Sims 2. The game is a vivid reminder of how addictive the first one was. In the simulation, I bust my tail to save my sim a little extra time so she can finish her painting, call her sister or make WooHoo with new new guy friend in her new hot tub. Through an odd twist of fate, I bust my tail to shave mere minutes of my daily routine in order to squeeze more of The Sims 2 into my day …or night …or early morning.
I best not talk too much about the game lest I may ramble on and on about the drama my sim’s live out. I’ll limit myself to one short antidote. Yesterday Nina snuck out on a date with her sister’s hubby. They visited the mall which is quite an epic journey for a sim. While she was there she decided to invest some of her hard earned money on a new video game. She chose to buy The Sims: Bustin’ Out. My own energy levels began to droop before I had a chance to let her try her new game. (It was also very difficult to get her to leave Dan’s side and head to her own house.) While I changed into my PJs it struck me: my sim will be controlling a simulation. That might be dangerous. I think it may cause a stack overflow in the Matrix. In the words of Keano Reeves, “Whoa.”