A great tragedy occured in La-La Land today, and I'm not talking about the fires devastating southern California. I discovered that I accidently deleted all of my Sims in a spring cleaning of my hard drive. All those virtual lives, so senselessly lost, just for a few megabytes of media.
Sim lives lost included Chelsea Eno, my alter ego (whenever people forget my name, they invariable call me Chelsea, starts with C, has an s and an l, whatever), and her partner Caroline, who had left her partner James Ballard and moved in after Simon's spontaneous combustion.
Also lost was my Twin Peaks neighborhood, which frankly I hadn't gotten that far with. They need to add a "crazy" personality attribute to the Sims, I think. And maybe Nyarlathotep could show up and really mess with their minds. I'm sure they're already working on it. They have everything else worked out just like life, and then some.
So, please share a moment of silence with me, to remember the lives of Mortimer, Bob, and the many others who kept them company over the last three years.
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Thank you.