Mike Fahey was the first gaming journalist’s byline I remembered and looked for.

Absolutely. I would never claim that Kotaku is perfect, because people are fallible, but I’d rather take the odd misstep as part and parcel of the essentially great and rigorous work they do. And yes, Kotaku’s broader perspective beyond just the games (as you say, it’s very much a lens) sets it apart.

Heather, this is my favourite review of yours in a while out of consistently great articles; it’s wonderful and insightful. Tim, I’m only twenty-odd minutes into the hour, but it’s typically playfully elegant and soothing to listen to.

Tim, I have never played KH. I possibly never will. I have been looking forward to this review immensely, however. Thank you for your continued efforts.

I do not have anything insightful to add, but I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed reading this review and its succinct framing of the show in the context of both Conan’s legacy and persona. It was possibly inevitable for you to do so given the impetus for Conan shifting to the new format, but phrases like, “it…

Nintendo’s going to extraordinary lengths for this Pokémon announcement, getting Bethesda in on the action.

I’m so excited by the prospects for this season.

Apparently I’ve always done this. When I first started speaking, I used to start every sentence over again if I made one mistake, even if I was almost done. And then I’d go on tangents. It sometimes took hours for me to finish explaining a thought because of this (that sounds hyperbolic, it’s really not, there’s video…

Yeah, because I imagine it was pretty amusing hearing her son go, “I have feelings for you” partly because of its brazen honesty, partly because of the phrasing, and partly because it’s a godawful way to go about professing that you’re crushing on a girl.

Lest you worry that somehow chuckling is an indication that my…

Glad that my year old post brought back happy reminiscence, particularly in this rather dark period of time. May you be able to go back to Oz sometime soon, or somewhere else equally enjoyable, and make more happy memories, TheUmpireStrikesBack.

P.S. Truly that is an inspired username. Now you have me thinking of great…

Sweet Maladroit would be a great band name. But for what genre? Alternative rock?

I don’t think I can impress upon you how unsmoothly I delivered my affection to her. I have several decent qualities in amongst many flaws, but smoothness has never been one of them.

I still am that person who follows up to clarify stuff! Need somebody who, when he isn’t rambling, talks in circuitous paths because he adds parenthetical and ultimately tangential information that he thinks is important related information? I am your guy! I am very much a person who naturally processes things aloud…

Straightforward maybe, but I think at that moment, rather than being the Planeteer of Heart, I was the hitherto unknown sixth Planeteer of Maladroitness.

Well Tampa, you might have just assuaged 13 year-old Nomad’s embarrassment a bit, but I truly went out of my way to be as awkward as possible about it.

Firstly, she wasn’t into me. Then she’d had to contend with somebody noticing in class, and so, as teens do, spreading rumours in class that day. Then I, knowing…

See, this has also made me smile a lot, so thanks for sharing. It’s a strange euphoria that does really want to make you share it.

It was perfectly true though! I did have indescribable feelings, so I thought I might as well say it. In the course of moving, I’d missed sex ed class and hadn’t yet heard the term “crush”. My mum had used the term, “puppy love” before, but I had cynophobia, so it definitely wasn’t that as far as I was concerned.

The first time I asked a girl out, we were thirteen at a poolside party, and I went with, “I have feelings for you.” She had beautiful eyes and was funny and spoke several languages (all her older siblings were pretty cool too honestly). She had doodled on my notebook in class (out of what I now realise was boredom)…

This is simply powerful and inspiring. I’ve always liked club song Kesha, but this is an awesome anthem (in every sense) of finding inner strength in the darkness, of resilience as the demons consume you, having the bravery to seek out liberation from the cage, and especially reach an acceptance of life and refusing…

Except Season 3. Avoid Season 3 of The Fall.

(I’m still annoyed by how lacklustre it was compared to the first two seasons, but Anderson is great as always.)