Blogging While Paused

I’m sorry to say there isn’t much going on here today. It seems a number of internal issues have been slowing things down. Namely, your beloved site runners have scheduled some sort of showdown, and many posters here are too excited about it to talk about anything that’s actually interesting. Meanwhile, there’s chaos on the back end of things as Russian spy robots are attempting to overthrow order and take everything that isn’t nailed down. (It wouldn’t be such a difficult thing to deal with if they weren’t so good at blending into a crowd… But those eye lasers of theirs are quite nasty.) At any rate, things should be more or less back in order this time next week. You would have my apologies, but I’m still trying to discern the robots from the rest of you. Hm… Maybe I should put out a bounty…

Hello! I’m Dr. Wright. You must be the new Mayor! Let’s practice our city building techniques by building a Power Plant and then adding Residential, Commercial, and Industrial zones. Next, connect all zones with power and then add roads for the residents to travel on.

I’m sorry, but your plans for the city have failed. The residents are demanding a new Mayor as your city is in great disorder. Let’s think about what went wrong in your master plan and try again.

The nuclear power plant has had a core melt down! Radioactive particles have made parts of your city uninhabitable. Bulldoze the affected area and rebuild your city using uncontaminated land.

The citizens of your city need jobs! Build Commercial or Industrial zones closer to Residential zones and check the transportation grid to make sure your mass transit lines are used efficiently.

If the tax rate is too high, the residents will move to other cities. Most of the residents feel that a 7% tax rate is fair.

Enough is enough! You’re the one getting all the game and glory around here. You should be the one who makes the decisions. Remember, electiosn are just around the corner!

You know what is really, really stupid. That I’m not mayor. I’ve be giving advice to a lot of horrible mayors for 35 years now, and I could do better than any one of them. I mean, I know all there is to know about the people in the city. I could talk for hours and hours about crime, pollution, fire, earthquakes, floods and what-not. But for some reason, I just can’t get elected. Maybe it’s the 44 hour speech seminars that I hold all the time in my campaigns for mayor. Yep, they must be a key factor in my loosing. I’ll go for 88 hour seminars next time. Or could it be… I’m not popular. Let’s see here: Bad hair style, goofy colored hair, ugly tie, lame suit, enormous nose, crappy mustache, wide and misplaced ears,  beedy little eyes, bottle neck glasses… and I’m short. Not 5’7’’ short,  [ Read More ]

The pollution has gotten out of hand. Eventually the land value will drop and the crime rate will rise. To prevent this, why don’t you spread out your Industrial zones and keep them away from the Airport.

Abandon Ship! A ship has crashed somewhere! Let’s find out what happened and repair any damage it may have caused.