God is an Adolescent Virgin with Acne

It's been a while since I played The Sims, so tonight I thought I'd go check on my creations and see how they were doing. While it was loading (and loading, and loading ...), I went to the toilet, made a coffee, tidied the lounge ... it seemed to be taking far longer than usual, then WHOOSH! back I went to my desktop. It really annoys me when it does this. There's no reason for it, because sometimes it will work quite happily for several hours on the trot.

I hope The Sims 2 is better at loading than the original. I was actually envying the Americans this week, because they already have it and last I heard we had to wait until the 10th of October. Then I found out today that it is out here TOMORROW (actually TODAY, because we're already into Thursday, which means it was yesterday I found out, not today ... still with me?), which is rather annoying as I need to get a new PC before I can play it and I'll have to get that set-up and sorted first.

I've found a few cheap copies on eBay already, including one which is priced so low (£15 to be precise, the rrp being £39.99) there has to be a catch in it. And no, it isn't an auction, it's Buy it Now. There were four of them originally, now there's only one left and I am sorely tempted, but I'm not going to take the risk. I checked the feedback and it seems this person has sent out pirate copies of things before now, or DVD games advertised as being for the PC.

I went to the official Sims 2 site earlier and even though the game has only been out for a couple of days from what I can gather, there are custom-made houses and even families with histories already uploaded by people who've bought it. They must have been playing solidly for the last 48 hours without a break!

I also found myself at a site that gave away the money cheats (already) but I closed the window. I regretted discovering those the first time around. My Sims can damn well work for their money like everybody else has to. Well, I might have just one rich family, so everyone else can suffer from mad bouts of jealousy. One thing's for sure, it certainly won't be the Newbies. I think this time I'll kill them off fairly early on and let them be my first ghosts. I understand the ghosts will be more fun in this one, so I think Bob and Betty would be ideally suited to the role.

Playing a computer game for hours on end may seem a very strange way for a menopausal middle-aged woman to pass the time, but I'm not just any menopausal middle-aged woman, I'm a menopausal middle-aged SCORPIO woman. Anyone into astrology will understand exactly what I mean by that. It's the 'playing God' aspect of it really. I can create a life, control it, and even dispose of it if I so desire.

Even before I realised that The Sims was known as a 'God game', or even that there was such a thing, I hadn't failed to see the correlation. I was playing one day and suddenly had this impression of some geek up in the clouds with a computer, looking down at me and laughing maniacally as he clicked away with his mouse. In fact, the more I think about it, the more sense it makes. I see him as being a virgin of about 15, riddled with acne and almost insane with teenage angst.

Not everybody's idea of 'God' I don't suppose, but it certainly makes more sense to me than any other version. Just don't ask me to worship him.

Eccentric Bohemian Hermits

I started this blog yesterday and spent ages registering it with various feed things and what-have-you, then realised that the name I'd given it wasn't really suitable. I actually really liked it, but it dawned on me that it would seriously limit the number of people who would want to read it. I called it Menopausal Mutterings but as you can see, it is now Witty Woman. I don't think that's really very appealing either, but it's the name of my website so it makes sense. I did think of calling it Eccentric Bohemian Hermits (I like that), but instead I'm using that for this posting.

I don't actually intend discussing Eccentric Bohemian Hermits today though, if I ever do. The words speak for themselves I think and I have to admit it's a damn good description of me. I've put it in the plural because it doesn't sound right in the singular and anyway, I'm sure I can't be the only Eccentric Bohemian Hermit in existence.

I've started one or two other blogs in the past (I still have one on Xanga, although it hasn't been updated in years) but they never seem to achieve much. I did have quite a decent following on Xanga as it happens, but I just got fed-up of updating it because everybody there seemed to be young enough to be my grandchild and I couldn't relate to what most of them were saying. I found a few decent writers though and was able to post some of their stuff on my websites, which was nice for them and for me. A couple of the bloggers I was following are still going strong, but the rest haven't posted anything for several years either. Some were friends I persuaded to join who never posted anything at all!

So far I show 8 views to my profile on here, but I have a feeling they are probably all mine. I keep popping back to see if anybody has looked at my profile and I think in so doing I am making it look as if they are when they're not. I think I need to add some sort of site stats button to my actual blog so I can see if anyone other than me is visiting it. Not sure I could cope with the devastation of knowing they're not, though. Women of my age are easily devastated.

What I dislike about blogs is the way they go on and on and on, ad infintum, on the same page, with the latest at the top, meaning you have to read them from the bottom upwards. The only way round that is to create loads of different blogs, but that would be a pain in the old proverbials because I'd have to register them all with the site feed things. I don't really know what they're all about, seems people have to have a site feeder or something on their computers, whatever that is. I certainly don't have one.

I'm wondering now whether Eccentric Bohemian Hermits would be a better name for this blog than Witty Woman. It certainly grabs the attention more, I would say. Trouble is, if I contact all the feeder places and ask them to change the name again after I only asked them a couple of hours to change it, they might get a little annoyed with me. Then again, I could always blame it on my hormones.