Before someone becomes a game dev, there should be a basic questionnaire consisting of one question: “Should you interact with critics?” If you answer yes, let your dream of being a dev die.

Your posts occupying the top three position, I assume. Well done.

I had a friend who they threw the fibromyalgia diagnosis at, but they began testing her for other things. The very first was vitamin E deficiency. She didn’t take the pills because they were too big, and just told her doctor they didn’t work. Somewhere around five years later, some other doctor gave it a go, I…

Even they don’t want to touch her.

Look at all those supposed Christians who no doubt would leap at a chance to smack a giant stone slab with the Ten Commandments right in front of their capitol building, but failing to live by the word of God. How about Exodus 22:18, you chickenshit bastards? Enforce that, then I’ll treat your pedantic beliefs with a…

Any person can use Dove once and tell that it is completely awful. Irish Spring with Aloe all the way.

Permission to squee?

Dude, Star Trek Online. It can replace Depression Quest, which really doesn't qualify as a game, more like a handbook for people who don’t have depression to better understand it.

Eh, Sid made a deal with the devil, eventually it was going to cost him his soul. Doesn't make Alpha Centauri and three out of five Civ games any less awesome.

I really liked Fallout 1 and 2, it's a shame nobody ever made a sequel to those.

So the swatter actually called them? That's new.

I found a different path. There's a fuse box in the room with the washer/drier. You can electrocute your guest to death.

Hopefully he's off of all BBC programming. His appearances on QI were fucking unbearable.

I trusted women completely, until a couple of them cheated on me.

The lack of interest in meat could be a texture thing, since his or her sense of taste is going to be pretty basic through the toddler years. My parents once told me that they couldn't get me to eat meat until they tried smoked brisket of all things. My taste for other meats grew from there. Apparently, I loved to…

That's the trick: you never come back. You become a legend.

"Sorry, I have to take this."

Searching as I do from time to time through the video game crossover wonderland that is FanFiction.net, I happened to turn off the mature story filter for a split-second, during which I encountered the raunchiest, steamiest Shadow the Hedgehog-meets-Borderlands story I've ever read.

People still watch Jeopardy?

Wow. I live very close to a Japanese community, and interact pretty regularly with a number of half-Japanese people. At a glance I wouldn't have even guessed she had Japanese ancestry, let alone a Japanese mother. I'd be interested in seeing what her father looks like, maybe his traits are just super dominant.