The 6 p.m. hour has now passed off the west coast of North America. I am sad, because this rules out Sunset Valley being anywhere near Vancouver.
Surely the End Of The World must already have been felt in Vancouver by now — yet here in Sunset Valley, we’ve gotten nary a bump all day. So we must be yet further west.
Oh, I know the city of Vancouver itself is much too expensive for young working-class Sims like us. But I had hoped to be somewhere nearby, because there is a ship leaving from Vancouver scarcely two weeks from now, upon which will be April Verch. More completely, the April Verch Band, Alasdair Continue reading
I have not noticed any cataclysms in Sunset Valley all day long. According to this Web-based time zone finder, the time has now reached 6 p.m. or later at all longitudes from the International Date Line all the way west to Brazil. There are only two possible implications:
(1) Sunset Valley must be even further west than Brazil, or
(2) There is a bug in the End Of The World, and it isn’t really happening today.
Neither of these is very encouraging. If Sunset Valley is west of Brazil, we can rule out a lot of very lovely Continue reading
Well, friends, my plan to determine the longitude of Sunset Valley will succeed or fail in the next several hours.
Here is the issue: to reckon longitude requires an accurate clock, and Sim time does not track Outer World time very well. A breakthrough came recently when I discovered — via Internet, so I know it’s true, because computers don’t make errors — that the End Of the World will come tomorrow.
Key to the whole project is the time that it will come: Continue reading
A correspondent asks, “Are you really a teenage Sim?” — doubtless alluding to the fact that Sims seldom operate their own Web sites, and particularly not at my age.
I hate to disappoint, but this is a good time to remind everyone of an important point about safe surfing: there are no actual teenagers on the ’net. A person who presents herself as a teenager invariably turns out to be some creepy old guy pretending.
Accordingly, I am some kind of creepy old guy.
I must be, oh, at least fifty. I really look like this photo.
Usually I do not like to disclose too many personally identifying factoids, but in this case I think a greater purpose is served.
* I’ve decided to use foreign-style dates (month/day/year) in this page, so that Outer World readers can make out what they mean.
To my Sunset Valley readers: I regret that I cannot supply an equivalent in the familiar form (e.g. “Week 1, Day 3”) because Outer time does not have a fixed relationship to our own. In the Outer world they have a concept called “time zones” which I am still struggling to grasp. The basic problem seems to be that there are so very many people that they cannot all use the Sun at the same time, so it has to sweep around the Earth lighting up different parts of it in turn; as each part is lit, the people in that part say “oh, this is the morning of such-and-such day”; and they just can’t all be right. I will post more about this puzzle as I get it figured out.
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