PhobosAnomaly

It's Bet-oose ee coy-d.

Weirdly, in the south, Bettws is pronounced Bet-iss.

Celtic languages like Welsh and Scots Gaelic are very difficult coming from an English-speaking background, especially when sight reading.

e: English- speaking background, rather than English background.

That's beautiful. I love a bit of personal standards to fuck someone else's day up.

I typically change my responses on the form to Calibri if using MS Office. It's not enough to pique anyone's interest, but it's different enough to spot what I've added to a form rather than the usual Arial additions if you've been told about it.

Someone at my office tried to say I'd said something on a form when I hadn't, and took great delight pointing out the slight difference in typeface on the field that wasn't my edit.

It's satisfying as fuck coming back at someone with receipts.

Turns out it's two minutes and change, and instrumental. I remember it because it was the soundtrack to a secret level that I got stuck in for hours.

e: ah there it is, probably would have been quicker to do that in the first place

My job is half field based, half desk based. That, and I study part time too, so the simple unhelpful answer is the same: I don't.

Recently I've taken to building a list of five or six games I'm interested in, booking a week or two off work in the summer, buying a month of Game Pass and just hooning through the games, and if I've got any time left then I'll smash through some Doom WADs and that's me.

Otherwise, I try and stay away from screens and try to read or run more.

James Pond 2 springs to mind.

Didn't one of the Spring Yard acts in Sonic 1 have a spreedrunner-friendly red spring too?

Fuck me, that's kinda awesome... buuuut...

For fuck's sake, Limited Run Games? Will the discs be on CD-Rs and the floppies be of the 5.25 variety just to really fuck people off? I really like the idea of Limited Run but their attitude to consumers is fucking awful.

I've got a massive id collection (up as far as Quake 4 anyway), but I'm really torn on this one.

You know what, I don't know! Even though it was Redbook audio if I remember rightly, I think it was just a short loop of the song rather than the whole track. That's a job for this evening 😊

A bit of both for me. Whenever I dropped a bollock in work or whereever, my head used to go down and I'd be waiting for the hairdryer treatment like I was waiting outside the headmaster's office.

Now, if some cockwomble decides to mass-email someone with a passive aggressive email about "could the person who..." and it's quite clearly my mistake, I take great pleasure in absolutely owning it, smashing that reply-all button, and explaining in painful detail how yes it was my fuck up; yes I did do it with good intentions but hey things go sideways sometimes; and yes abso-fucking-lutely thank you for your shitty email that has had all the effect of a silent fart.

I think the best part of adulting is that you can make no mistakes and still lose (yeah Picard boiiii), and realising that nobody's going to care about it in a week's time.

I've never really got this whole class thing, in the centre of Edinburgh generally but mainly the University. It seems bizarre to me that you get hammered for speaking like a Scot... in the capital city of the country.

It works both ways to a certain degree. The Edinburgh Uni folk were known (perhaps still are) as "the ya's" based on... you guessed it, the way they speak - in this instance, the way they articulate the word "yes" as opposed to the standard Scottish "yasssss" for expressing positive surprise at something good.

It's weird how the elitism is generally confined to the city centre though. It doesn't even register on the scale at Napier; isn't really prevalent at Heriot Watt (even with the ludicrous amount of petrodollars going in to the Uni); and both Edinburgh College and Queen Margaret Uni are seen as more grounded establishments anyway.

Even in other home nations, Cardiff Uni has a more prestigious reputation than UWIC or Cardiff Met or whatever it's called these days - but nothing that brings it into the national headlines every couple of months. Weird.

Haunted. Absolute banger.

Who'd have thought Descent 2 would get me in to such a band.

nice one cheers mate, didn't want to get in trouble with the law there

That, or bearing one of his children already.

Probably both.