- A faint line is no longer visible on the heads of babies.
- Fish are no longer duplicated in the fridge when moving homes.
- Sims can no longer “Try for Baby” with the Grim Reaper.
- Sims who are on fire will no longer be forced to attend graduation before they can put themselves out.
- Children and Teens can no longer die from motive failure while on a Time Out.
- Pianists will no longer continue playing pianos that have been detonated.
- Sims will no longer receive a wish to “Skinny Dip” with Mummies.
- Pregnant Sims can no longer “Brawl.”
- Sims can no longer WooHoo in the Elevator with a Sim who is on a different floor.
- Fixed an issue that caused Sims to leave their Toddler inside a bar at closing time.
- The Grim Reaper will no longer be prevented from reaping souls due to band affiliation.
- Kleptomaniac Sims can no longer steal Subway stations from lots.
- Fixed a tuning issue so that Sims now vomit at acceptable levels.
- The magical laundry bear Abracadabra will no longer block Sims from moving after disappearing
- Tourist NPCs can now be impregnated.
Modeling & simulation is hard because Reality is messy.
What we didn’t know was that there were other, more distant planets that we could not even see. And those planets couldn’t see us, either.
In 12th grade, my friend Ryan and I were finalists for the Silver State Scholars, a competition to identify the “Top 100” seniors in Nevada. The finalists were flown to Lake Tahoe for two days of interviews. On the plane, Ryan and I met a boy from Las Vegas. Looking to size up the competition, we asked what high school he went to. He said a name we didn’t recognize and added, “It’s a magnet school.” Ryan asked what a magnet school was, and spent the remaining hour incredulously demanding a detailed account of the young man’s educational history: his time abroad, his after-school robotics club, his tutors, his college prep courses.
All educations, we realized then, are not created equal. For Ryan and me, of Pahrump, Nev., just an hour from the city, the Vegas boy was a citizen of a planet we would never visit.
True story: When I applied to Dartmouth, all I knew about the school was the BASIC programming language was invented there, and I had noticed the dartmouth.edu domain at the end of several mailing lists I participated in.
When I took a campus tour, the guide joked that the university’s internal email system was so popular, students only used their post office boxes to get their J.Crew catalogues. Weird, I thought. No one I know shops at J.Crew.
(I also toured Penn, but declined to apply because I thought it was a branch of Penn State.)
…it suddenly dawned on me that actually, for whatever fucking reason, people… were prepared to tolerate us expressing ourselves.
I know that sounds really stupid, really basic. But since we signed on the dotted line, it’s not been like that, you know? We’ve never genuinely felt 100 percent that we were allowed to express ourselves in a way that we saw fit.
And then suddenly, there it was, as well as that feeling that we won’t be blackmailed into being that again… because you give up all the other things in your life, and then to have that given up for you as well…