There’s a reason my mouse has buttons dedicated to copy and paste.
There’s a reason my mouse has buttons dedicated to copy and paste.
Pick things up and put them down, is my guess.
I wouldn’t say no to another Echo Night.
I’d sooner go full-time on my game dev hobby and hope for the best.
I don’t remember it. But there’s enough metal hardware under the seat that I’m sure it’s basically impossible to break that way.
And I thank you.
You are welcome!
My biggest fear is that my office chair might break in such a way that the hydraulic piston breaks through the seat and punctures my colon.
The food I made did have a tiny bit of me in it. That’s why I’m not allowed anywhere near a kitchen anymore.
I don’t think I ever got more than $200 in a month. But I keep the money in a separate account and only use it for game dev or business stuff.
Happens to me almost every month. Good thing I didn’t quit my day job.
I often use win+v for the clipboard history and win+shift+s for taking screenshots.
Almost definitely. According to my mom, she referred him to the same neurologist who diagnosed my ADD when I was kid and she prescribed him ritalin. But apparently he didn’t like how it made him feel “too focused” or something like that.
I think it’s been over 9 months.
My uncle was evicted from his house because he failed to maintain the property and let it go to shit. It was winter, so we invited him to stay in a spare room in our basement just to keep him out of the cold and give him time to sell his property and buy a trailer home.
He’s still living here.
Kinda related:
I don’t typically go for racing games, but I have fond memories of playing Extreme-G on the N64. It had wepons, high speeds, and a soundtrack that tricked a young me into thinking I might like techno music.
Grime. I lost my patience on one of the bosses and just couldn’t get back into it.
I didn’t migrate yet because I was five years into a project that I can only work on in my spare time, but you can bet that if I ever start another game, I’m looking at a different engine.
Huh… All these years I thought it meant “Help! My mouth was replaced with a butthole!”