Random Thoughts and Noises From The Bowels...

11:47pm: Contest Entries and Winner!
Thanks to all the people who entered and those who wanted to enter, but something came up. The entries were all amazing and it was hard to choose one (seriously, I had to get two other people to help me). BUT a winner was chosen.

And here they are.

Robin Dempsey of "Shades of Grey" for her piece "Manabozho".



As promised, this god will be entered into GF at some point. I'll have to work on that. Yay more instances. Can't promise he won't be killed off... ::ahem::

Thank you again and congrats! Here are the other entries and their creators (not in any order):




A snowBaxter by KitFang and YamiKaosu. Mmmm...chilly.




A digital drawing of Baxter by Kiva Shirogane. He wants you.




Amyln is lucky I went to her dA page and saw this. She knows how to make Tlaloc adorable!


Here is a four-page comic by Yami. My favorite scene involves a stick figure.









Told ya.

A poem by Tristan (whose last name I don't know...I'm sorry.)

Jade Emperor (Chinese folk religion) to Baxter:

At first I thought to say "How dare you try
To eat me, I whose home is in the sky
And rule the Western Heaven to this day?"
But then I know you'd do it anyway
My army's vast, and will turn down no task
I give to them, but still I need not ask
That you step down, no, you'll be my downfall
And that is as it should be, in my hall
I have long pondered my successor's fate
Who I have groomed to follow when I'm late
But I'm immortal, what need then have I
For plans to cover when I never die?
I think, therefore, (though it would not be true
That I would like to now be killed by you)
You do a service to the way of things
Perhaps indeed you've earned your hair and wings
I cannot say I like it, but alas
For things to happen as they must, I pass
Into the King of Hell's dark realm, but first:
Advice for you, though not the best or worst
You'll yet receive: The mortal you deceive
Will not long suffer, soon he may well leave
By a bare bodkin's route, and join your friend
In his domain, the endless bitter end
I know you think he won't because he knows
The plight of suicides, their endless woes
But watch yourself, beware the things you do
Make sure that's worse than putting up with you
The human soul is weak, you go too far
Your arrogance already left one scar
I know that without this one you are lost
So heed my words or know full well the cost!

--Tristan

Thank you to everyone! Now back to updating.

12:19am: For Further Nonsense
Sorry about the lack of updates.

I've been updating my Sims, really.

BUT you can find Tlaloc's story here. I've been obsessing over his family adventures since last year which is why you haven't seen Roger doing anything. Use the address/link below to read all about the Aztec god's retardation.

You'll figure out how to view it, I'm sure.

TLALOC THE SIM HAVING FUN IN SIMLAND!

2:18am: Uhm...About that....


Hokay.

So I meant to reserve this for SIMs 2 Go Fish, and it shall remain that. During this long period of emptiness, I've been creating Roger's backstory using Sims. After painstaking hours of breeding the perfect Roger (you heard me...), raising him into a young boy and writing a biography about him, I came to realize I cannot access the SIMs photo album where all those images lay.
What you've been seeing are screen captures taken using the fn key and then hitting the prt sc button. One day I'll know what those mean...Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that days of hard work are down the crapper because I'm an idiot.

Hopefully I can undo this damage tomorrow when I go to work. I'll bring Tinkerbell to help and maybe I can get it up sometime within the next week or so (during my campus break).

However, if you play the SIMs 2 and have registered your copy online, you can go to the main SIMs 2 site and read the photo album there. It hasn't been uploaded yet. I'm going to get Roger to an adult and move him out before I upload it.

I have removed University from my computer so they can't go to college. We'll see what comes of this.

Sorry again.

12:16am: CHAPTER NINE!!
Maximize browser for best results.

Roger married his one true love: Me!
"We're so alike!" He said in a pink, flowery world while spinning around.
"I know! We hate everything!" Said Rachael, joining him in the pink, flowery spinning world.
"We shall conceive a child under these circumstances in order to keep the marriage together!" Said Roger.
"Yes, we shall wait what?" Rachael pulled away. "I'm not having any kids. I hate kids. We're not having any kids."
"But whu...Marriage paste...Loves..." Roger faltered. He started to wonder what was going on at home.


"If this window was big enough, you'd see what I was pointing at...but just scroll down to see the horrors that await you!" Said Alex.

"I have made it with many women! Go Baxter, Go Baxter, Go Baxter!"

9:26pm: Another Update!!!
I am going to do a flashback with GF S2 and make college characters of Roger, Alex and Baxter. It'll be short, because each semester is only 72 minutes long at it's longest, but it should be fun. It will be in celebration of Roger's marriage.
Oh yeah...

ROGER GOT MARRIED!

I wonder to who? Or whom? Or whatever.

Hope you will enjoy it!

12:30am: Wheee!


I forgot to take images for the next chapter and regardless of the fact I have been updating on a MWF basis, I'm not updating until I play more. I need to play more, right? Right.

9:27pm: Chapter Eight
CHAPTER EIGHT!

You expansion/weight gain fetishists will enjoy this chapter. Have fun!

NOTE: It's a long one. Maximize window for best results...ha ha...that's funny and you'll see why.

When we last left Roger, he was feeling sorry for himself. He was fat and nobody loved him. A few days later, after suffering through listening to crying, Baxter and Alex sat down the with pudgy housemate and had a good old fashioned intervention.

"Roger, the reason you're fat is because, like most Americans, you eat food like you want to die," Baxter said. Roger was busy staring at the sundae in Baxter's dialoge bubble.
"You gonna finish that?" He asked.
"Pay attention," Alex scolded. "Roger, you can lose weight by changing your eating habits and excersising."
"That may be easy for you to say. Three hours on a treadmill and you're in perfect shape! I've run on that thing for days, but I can't stop eating grilled cheese sandwiches!"
"What? Roger, we haven't had cheese or bread in this house for two days," said Alex.
"I...I've been using cardboard and mayonaise."
"Eugh."
"Besides, I look fine!"

"Then why have you been whining for so long?" Baxter asked.
"Despite my good looks, I'm still single. You're married and Alex is like some girl magnet...right?"
"Uh? Oh sure." Alex coughed. "Anyway, Roger, you need to get a hold of this grilled cheese addiction. It's bad for you in more ways than one. For me and Baxter, please stop eating grilled cheese...What did I just say?!"
Roger pulled his head out of the fridge.
"Sorry."

The next day, while Roger was at work (he's a Celebirty Chef just so you know), Baxter pulled Alex aside.

"Did you need to pull me aside? Nobody's home," Alex whispered.
"Look, human, since that fat bastard won't stop eating and won't get on the treadmill, why don't we make him feel better?"
"What? Why do you want to make him feel better? You're a cold-hearted god."
"I know, but I can't stand hearing his constant munching anymore."
"All right, I'm all for making Roger feel better about himself. What do you suggest?"
"Why don't we gain as much weight as Roger? That way he has no way of feeling fatter than anyone...unless one of those vixens from nextdoor comes over."
"What? No! Don't you realize the physical suffering we'd...well...I'd go through? Adding that much weight to my system would kill me! His fat was earned over years, you're suggesting packing on fat in days! No, I can't do it..."
"Fine, but he's sleeping in your room after he eats those cardboard and mayonaise sandwiches."
Alex came to a very sudden decision.
"No way. We had a sleep over once and he's one of those people who likes to pull dutch ovens!" Alex shuddered. "Fine, fine. But when I start getting a heart attack, you are to save me!"
"Agreed," said Baxter.

Days later, Alex chased Roger into the bathroom and attacked him with tickles. Aw how cute.

Roger pulled away.
"Don't!" Roger reeled.
"What's the matter?" Alex asked, hurt.
"I just threw up, my stomach's a little tender."
"Oh no, don't tell me you've gone bulemic..."
"No, I caught food poisoning. I ate a bad...well..."
"You've still been eating those things?"
"I've only eaten two today!"
"All right...well...don't go bulemic."
"So far this whole entry has seemed like an after school special."
"Tell me about it."

Finally after nights of lobster thermidor, Baxter and Alex nodded in resolution.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP. Well that was fun, now what?" Said Baxter.
"I feel awful. I can't even get up and down the stairs without taking a nap...This better work."
"Stop whining. When he sees us, he'll feel better and then you can jump on the treadmill. Deal with it for a day, will you?"
"Fine...Where is Roger?"
Of course, by then, something had gone wrong, like it always did.

Roger had been feeling sorry for himself while Baxter and Alex were busy stuffing their faces and had gone on the most insane binge any PMS-ridden female had ever seen. Green horned frogs were jealous. (For people who don't know amphibians, those are frogs that will eat themselves to death) Baxter and Alex found the whining sob-factory and stared as he waddled by. They looked to each other.
"Well we could..." Baxter began.
"No! You will not be making me gain anymore weight! I'm going to die! Just forget it!"
"Shut up, you're going to do it."
"Make me."



"I hate you so much..."
"You said to make you," said Baxter. "Just deal with it until we find Roger."
Baxter and Alex wandered, miserably, through the small house looking for the blubbering blubberman until they finally stood in the bedroom catching their breath. Suddenly the door opened and the two of them stared.


"Hey sup gu...Holy Shit! What happened to you guys?!" Roger shrieked at their physiques.
"What happened to you?" Alex shouted and then had to calm down.
"Gastric bypass."
"God bless America!" Alex said.
They all laughed heartily for a long time as the credits rolled. When they had gone past and the crew reassured them that they were off camera they relaxed.
"This was the dumbest entry ever," said Alex. "Seriously, how did you lose all that weight?"
"I...uhh...gave birth."
"So the vomitting?"
"Morning sickness."
"Ah."
"You humans make me sick..." Said Baxter. So far I am the only one who has not excreted some offspring. Just stop looking through that telescope!"
"It's not the telescope...it's the gravestone."

BUM BUM BUUUUUUM!!

What is the gravestone? Will Roger stay fit and trim? Can Baxter and Alex lose enough weight to get into the car and go for their gastric bypass surgeries? Find out next time on the GF S2 SAGA!

10:07pm: Chapter Seven
We're on Seven, right? Gawd, I can't remember. Oh well.
CHAPTER SEVEN!


"What are you doing?" Roger said slowly. "It sounded like you were giving birth up here."
"PLEASE don't remind me of that!" Alex said, totally falling out of his chi, man.
"Hey have you seen Baxter's kid lately? Or the vampire? It seems like people keep popping into our lives and then vanishing."
"Roger, if I don't do my breathing excersises, I'll never find nirvana."
"I've got a couple of their albums..."
"INNER PEACE NIRVANA YOU FAT FUCK!"
"Oh."
Roger looked at himself closely. He HAD been eating a lot of Grilled Cheeses lately. Strangely, he fell into a shape and gained no more. Funny ol' world twas the Sims world. And when Alex or Baxter gained weight, he noticed all they had to do was run on a treadmill for three hours and they'd be fit again.
He poked himself in the stomach.
"Sorry about the fat thing, Roger." Alex said after a while.
"Where is Baxter?" Roger said trying not to mind.

Since the "loss" of his beloved Contessa Heather (who was REALLY screwing up his digestive system, lemme tell you, those bastard vampires are never easy to digest), Baxter felt a need to bring another victim...er...woman into the household. Someone who could give him another child or just cuddle in the hot tub. It was always hard to find a woman who loved a porcelain white man with golden eyes and red hair. Women were too damn picky.

"Ge-kah," Baxter moaned to himself. "Why is it that I always attracted these foul old monsters?" Mrs. Crumplebottom (yes this is her REAL name and she is really winking at him, no cheats here folks) was known as the fork-tongued bitch who cut in on people's love lives. Sounds like me when I'm old.

"Hey there Studmuffin McHotpants!" Said Mrs. Crumplebottom with breath as bad as...well it was bad anyway.
"Mmmrrrnnmmm." Baxter orders two more drinks. Drunken-ness was something gods could not achieve, but he felt he could find a level of it that would drive away the old bat. He'd die trying.
"Oh those lustful teenagers are talking to each other again!" Yelled the prune. "Be right back, Sugartits."
Before Baxter wanted to think any farther about what she just said, he ran out of the bar and hurried home...
Only to find...

"What is going on here?" Baxter asked.
"Shhh...chi." Alex muttered. Baxter looked to Roger.
"Don't ask," he said.
"You humans are doing it wrong."
A surprised Alex and Roger looked at Baxter, once again, losing their, like, total chill, man.

"THIS is how it's done," he explained. Roger stared.
"Phht," Alex snorted. "I can do that."

"See?" Said Alex. "I'm totally in the zone. C'mon Roger, you can do it too!"
"What?" Muffled Roger. "I can't hear you over the sound of myself stuffing my face with chocolates in order to drown out the tears I'm holding back."

Poor Fatty Roger.

What will become of Roger and his weight issues? Will Baxter ever find a new love? Why is Alex trying to find Nirvana when Roger has a glove compartment full of the terrible stuff?
Find out next time on: GF S2!!

9:17pm: Chapter Six
Welcome back to the next entry! Let's see what's going on...



"Oh Baxter!" Laugh Contessa Heather Boyle. "I've never been so happy!"
"Yeah..." Sighed Baxter
"What's the matter, dear? We have a beautiful child and we're married."
"Nothing."
"Why are we in the kitchen?"
"Well with you no longer being a vampire, I have no reason to fear you. And with a half-breed child running around, I no longer need to procreate."
"What are you saying?"


"UUUUUUURP."

Later that day...
Roger and Alex were conversing in the newly-cleaned kitchen. Things were quiet.
"Alex, some strange things have been going on," said Roger.
"You're tellin' me!" Said Alex. "You've been eating nothing but grilled cheese sandwiches since I moved in! What's wrong with you?"
"THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICHES!!" Screamed Roger and then relaxed. There was a long period of awkward silence.
Slowly the door opened behind the two of them and they glanced backwards.

"Hello..." Said Roberta.
The two males in the room stared worriedly at the white child. Roberta stared back for a long time. After the amount of time between commercials, Roberta went back to her room. Alex and Roger looked to each other for help.
"What was that?" Alex asked.
"I...I think that was Baxter's kid."
"Huh. Grew up quick." Alex thought for a moment. "Hey where did that on and off again vampiress go?"
"I dunno."
Baxter walked by picking his teeth, not really noticing that his mouth wasn't disappearing as of late.

11:00pm: Chapter Five
CHAPTER FIVE!

Welcome back to another installment of the mental problems caused by playing way too much Sims 2.



"I vas just laying in bed vith that red-haired god and then there vas all this lullaby music...I've been in this Sims vorld for a long time and that usually means I vill conceive a child," said Countess Heather Boyle.
Roger stared at her for a very long time. He was almost unable to eat his tasty grilled cheese sandwich.
"Do you know vhat I'm saying, human?"
"Holy SHIT!" Roger screamed. "You're a vampire!"
"You've been sitting there for three hours eating sandwiches. You didn't notice?"
But Roger had already run away in fear...with his sandwich of course.


And so it went that soon after mentioning her problem to Roger, who stayed in his room with sandwiches for three days, Contessa Heather Boyle gave birth to a white-skinned, golden-eyed girl.
"Wow," said Baxter, who was woken by the labor screams. "Neat. Where'd that come from?"
"I've been pregnant for three days," she mentioned.
"Oh." He waited a moment, out of politeness, before going back to bed.

What will become of Roberta Boyle? What about Contessa? And...and why is she no longer a vampire?

"Because I coule not take care of a crying baby during the day. Thank you Vamprocillin!"

Such a happy mom.

2:11am: Chapter Four!!
CHAPTER FOUR!

It was around midnight when Alex felt the strange urge to get out of bed and wave his hands around. There was also something happening in lower regions that didn't involve sexual parts...well...none that he was supposed to have.


"Ho Shit!" Alex cried after gaining a sudden 30lbs. He turned around and shook Roger awake. "Roger! Look! I have to prove to you my pregnancy!"

"Mrnn...I don't care...Go make some Grilled Cheese Sandwiches..." Roger went back to sleep. Alex felt a little funny. He decided to go make dinner.
"Although why should I make dinner at midnight...OH GOD!! BABY!"

Alex had his baby. (No images exist of the birth, my apologies.)
And then he had another.

He stood staring at the two green freaks laying on the floor.
"Well this is a fine mess..." He said aloud. He heard some strange noises coming from Baxter's bedroom and decided he'd had too many horrible experiences for one night.



"Hey! You're a vampire!" Baxter said at last.
"Vell, I'm glad you noticed, since ve're married," said Contessa Heather Boyle.
"Well...This isn't the most strange thing that's happened lately, so let's just do something mortal and be done with it, shall we?"
"Very vell."
And so they did.

11:49am: Public Service Announcement...With Guitars!!
You get three points of coolness if you know where the title of this entry is from...


Anyway, to break into the storyline of idiocy here, just thought I'd mention a few things.
Currently GF isn't that great: Lots of drama and Roger feeling sorry for himself. But I warned you, did I not?
Issue 7 is much much better and includes the return of Baxter in his spiffy new clothes designed by our very own William Pelon.
The publication of GF has been put on hold, still, until interest goes up and I have re-scanned and re-colored every single page between 1 and 6 (Augh God...). I hate thinking about it.
T-shirts are still on hold until I can get a hold of a t-shirt printer who can do less than 100...because I have nowhere to store 100 unbought t-shirts.

Finally, I'm working with a couple writers and artists to create a new graphic novel (series or not has not been decided), although my artists have not replied to my messages and therefore I have sent the message to the wrong address. More details about the up-coming thingie to come later.
I have to go to work today and hopefully I'll work on GF a little. I don't plan on, but probably will be playing Sims 2 the entire time. I'll get some more screen shots for the funny story going on here.

By the way, Roger DOES have the Grilled Cheese Aspiration. That is why he keeps talking about them. Just so you know.

RAE

9:26pm: CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER THREE OF THE GF S2 SAGA!!

While Baxter took a bath after making dinner (having a compulsion to, anyway), Alex and Roger discussed their busy day.


"...And then I learned how to make grilled cheese sandwiches!" Roger said happily, but not knowing why. He was trying to not think about the giant word bubbles appearing over his head.
"Ah hah...yeah..." Alex ate some more without looking up.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I looked through the expensive telescope..." Alex murmured.
"Yeah it seemed like you were missing for like...three hours." Roger paused for a moment. Then ate some more. Alex was staring at his feet. Roger coughed.
"Roger, I think I'm pregnant," Alex said, trying to remind Roger of the horrors that come with being a Sim.
"It's physically impossible. You couldn't carry it to term, I mean, there's no where for it to...be. And birthing is just out of the question, man. You're probably just retaining water."
"The only water I'm retaining is amniotic fluid!" Alex shouted. "What the hell am I supposed to do?!"
"What do you want me to do? Make grilled cheese and set the house on fire? Screw that, this is where all my stuff is."
Baxter strode out of the bathroom.
"Either of you know how I got back into my clothes?" He asked Roger, since he was the only one who could hear him (but not really because the game doesn't take that into consideration).
"We're a little busy," Roger growled and Baxter went back to watching the Llamas vs. the Llamas.
"Okay, fine, what if you are pregnant and by some horrible fact of Sims life, you're able to carry and birth it," Roger said exhaustedly. "What do you want me to do about it?"
"Can I stay here for a while?" Alex said sadly.
"We've only got two beds..."
There was a very VERY awkward moment.

Alex and Roger did what they always did when a problem arose...

1:25am: Not A Chapter
I'm sorry, I have to share this with the world.

If you've ever seen Awesometown (WHICH YOU SHOULD), you'll know what this is.

This is dedicated to Liz, Daelynn and Dave.




More Chapters to come soon and hopefully a site that can house them better!

RAE

12:31am: GF Sims 2 Chapter Two!
Chapter Two of the Go Fish Sims 2 Saga! Yes tis a Saga now!

Don't mind the clothing changes...

LATER THAT DAY!
Roger decides to play a visit to Alex since they live in the same town and he has nothing better to do than to watch Baxter watch television (that's the big version of TV).


"Oh thank God, you came!" Alex cries.
"Please don't mention gods," Roger groaned and dropped Alex. "And don't do that again."
"Sorry. Look, I think we've been trapped inside a game with the person who writes and draws our fate."
Roger hesitated.
"What?"
"Er...I think I broke the fourth wall. Any way,I'm not sure what is going to happen, but anything that happens between you and me is completely out of my control."
"So that leaping into my arms...?"
"No...No, that was me."
"Fine, fine. As long as nothing gay happens, I suppose it's okay," Roger decided.
"That's the thing. This controller can do whatever she wants with us..."
"Ew. Well don't kiss me okay? I mean..."
"I know. As long as I don't end up pregnant."
There was a, funnily enough, pregnant pause.
"WHAT?"
"This game allows men to become pregnant, too."
"Ho shit..."
"Trust me when I say don't look through the expensive telescope."
"Right...Why?"
"Just...DON'T."
Roger looked at Alex confusedly.
"I have the most sudden urge to study cooking..." He said slowly. Alex grimaced.
"You see? That's the kind of thing I'm talking about!"
"Well it's not so bad, is it? I could learn a lot cooking," Roger called over his shoulder, heading for the bookcase. "Besides, I can't fight it. You getting any urges?"
"Not any you want to hear about," Alex said eyeing his expensive telescope. "Look, I'll just be...be out here...stargazing..."
Roger was already immersed in a cook book.



Unable to break the temptation to turn the page and learn how to make omelettes, he began to wonder if Baxter, the insane god of Nightmares, had any strange urges as well.




"Why am I watching this thing?" Baxter wondered, but not for very long.



Hope you enjoyed Chapter Two!

12:21pm: CMB Conest Images
You may not have gotten a chance to see ALL the submissions for the contest. That is because I have moved them to my "friends only" section. They were taking up a huge amount of the screen and it's hard enough to read the entires without having to scroll everywhere. If you have LiveJournal add me as a friend. If you don't/won't, please notify me and I'll give you an address where you can find them.

However, I highly doubt any one has even visited this journal so it doesn't really matter does it?

Don't forget to, if you do visit, choose the adventure for the GF characters in the Sims 2!

9:34pm: Stupidest Thing Ever
Here we go! The "Go Fish S2" Series! A story based on the best images taken from my gaming...
Character include (so far):
Roger
Alex
Baxter
AND Myself (I'm the girl)


Here goes!

CHAPTER ONE!

Alex Sleeper moved into the neighborhood of Veronaville. A quaint, quiet little town, already brimming with drama loosely based on Shakespeare follies.
"Oh shit," he thought. "Now she's gone over the edge..."
Alex moved into a modest little house in hopes of one day filling it with children. Many many children.
"Goddammit! Get over your M-preg thing!"
I don't have one.
"Whatever..."
What does Alex future hold (outside of many many children)? YOU DECIDE!
MAKE ALEX'S NEXT MOVE!

11:33pm: Welcome
Hello and welcome to the Go Fish/Peabody rant/journal...thing...hmmmm...

Well anyway, yes, there are more contests to be won later on this year.

The On-Going Contest (self-titled) is the Roger Bio Contest. Little is known about this grumpy, frumpy pudge-bucket, but there are small hints to his family life and upbringing. After GF has ended, the contest will continue and hopefully by then I will have at least a few volumes of GF published. I want to give away a signed copy of either the first or all volumes and a t-shirt (ooh big prize!)to anyone who can write his biography, have it make sense and actually sync up with his real bio which only I know. You can't even kill me and steal it from my brain so don't try. Seriously, my brains.

I know it seems impossible, but there will be many more hints in later issues. Trust me.

You may even find out his last name!

RAE

12:38am: A-LiveJournal
It was dead.

But now it's back!

Expect Go Fish and personal updates.

For more personal updates that you don't want to read, please see my MySpace account.

Thank you.