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That's cool. White Stripes are pretty high up on my list of desired live-experiences.

This might be the time to tell you that I don't actually write any of that myself; Mods just borrows my name, and also adds that "drunk german" accent.

I expect to get paid soon for my hard work, Mods.

I think this new rating is interesting, but I think the outcome will be that more people will play a smaller selection of games (i.e. the ones with many cups). Yes there is the alternative votes by people who played the game, but I can't see how this will ever have an impact for game sthat receive a low cup rating to start with as they are unlikely to be played.

This was the issue before, with people looking for games with plenty of downloads and users' grades. Problem was that less honest authors "improved" those figures on their own. The cup system can't be abused in this way.
Instead of regarding it as a system that only promotes high grade games, you can see it as a way to ignore the games that aren't worth downloading and playing.

I think we must all acknowledge that a lot of people have published games that they didn't spend much time or serious effort in producing. A good portion of the database are very rashed releases, made only because it's cool to have a "game" out there and get some attention.

I also have never understood and still do not understand, why the user rating can not be used for searching the DB. Especially now that the cups are in place, and we can search by them.

For the reason you mentioned yourself; there's no need to further encourage people to avoid the "middle" games and only focus on the top titles.

It's fun to see some change happening with the games page though! Kudos to the team of rating people for completing this daunting task!

I agree, the panelists have done a tremendous job. As I was involved in, and partly responsible for, the conception of this project, I can only regret that I haven't been more active in the rating process.

It's awkward to say "amn't", end of story. It's interesting that you've chosen to highlight this particular grammatical anomality, out of the gazillion irregularities any living language will offer you.

'Pwned' is just a common typo, and 'lol' is an acronym -- it has no founding in linguistics whatsoever. It's a chaotic word defined only by general consensus.

I don't get this...in what way does the Internet operate differently than any other media or forum? The only difference I can see would be that Internet makes things happen quicker. How were words concieved if not by some sort of concensus? Through word-generating machines, licensed by the government?

Think about it -- before, only people like Joyce or Shakespeare or dictionary writers or university professors could make up new words and have them spread around. Then, radio and TV came along, and now you have celebrities coining words. Now, anybody could just come up with a phrase and post it on their blog or whatever. With millions of blogs, you have millions of new words coming in, until eventually people who follow Blogroll A wont be able to understand Blogroll B, et cetera.

Dictionary writers never came up with new words! It's always been the people, the average Joes. The encyclopedists merely recorded what they heard on the streets. If they heard it often enough, that is.
The only reason Joyce came up with new words was because it belonged to his stream-of-consciousness style of writing to do so, and only if people started to actually use those words would they be included in dictionaries. Which I doubt actually happened.

You severely exaggerate the effects of blog-neologisms and Internet lingua in general. How can the introduction of slang words like "lol" in any way obscure the message of a blog text to a degree that it gets lost? It's not like people suddenly form brand new sentence structures after reading "Fully Ramblomatic", or start using previously unheard of tenses after browsing a WoW-forum.
How many changes must a language undergo in order to completely lose its original meaning? Well, certainly more than spelling "owned" with a p.

Good job, Dave.
Of course, with that Manhattan apartment you've got, I would also move in with you.

I haven't played it but it sure sounds hilarious....of all evil plans ever featured in fiction, regardless of media, this has to be the most unlikely and illogical. Kudos to Alkis

CJ, this is an English speaking community.
* Spanks CJ

Cireja; in order to translate a game, its author needs to export all the dialogues in the game editor, into a text document. This document will have marks and tags to let the editor import the text again, and put all messages in the right places.
Naturally, you will need the consent and cooperation of the game author to do this.

Also, note that this is not the place to introduce yourself and your services; instead of digging up ancient threads you should post in the stickies in the AGS chat forum.

Ildu, you lucky bastard

I played a lot of D&D in my mid-teens. I had an elf who could dodge arrows and speak with unicorns, and other awesomely corny crap.

Hello, dear forumites, it ares I, Andaile.

Some of you may have noticed that today is Friday 13th. At least if you're that kind of person who works, studies or goes outside regularly; otherwise you might not care much for dates, or other extra-basemential events. Yes, that's a proper word, look it up in a dictionary.
According to Wikipedia, Friday 13th is considered a bad day in "English-, French- and Portuguese-speaking countries around the world"; other regions hold other dates as particularly unlucky. In Greece, for instance, it's Tuesday 13th instead, and in Italy people are extra precautious on Friday the 17th. This means that if you're really superstitious, you can avoid exposing yourself to the mysteriously unmotivated wrath of the time-gods by just crossing a few borders.

Before I actually put something personal in this post, I'd like to take the opportunity to tell you that being afraid of Friday 13th is handily called paraskavedekatriaphobia, which you have to be a proper word-geek to actually memorise.
Why all this lengthy paraskavedekatriaphobia-trivia, you might ask yourself, if you actually managed to memorise that darn word, a question I now feel obliged to answer.
Let me list the events of my day.

1. I can't sleep, despite being exhausted and hung-over. The people in the apartment I've chosen to spend the night in snore too much, and it's too hot, and too crowded.

2. Restless, I get up to check my mobile phone at 5 in the morning, only to find two recently recieved voice messages; one from my girlfriend who is pissed off because I haven't called her for too long; the other from the police who tell me my stolen car has been found.

3. I didn't know my car had been stolen. Apparently the thieves haven't managed to start the engine, so the car has only moved a couple of meters, now blocking the street to my school (where I had parked it the night before) in a disorderly unlawful fashion.

4. I miss the bus, and decide to walk 45 minutes to the school, dehydrated and tired, to move the car myself, as no towing companies answer my calls at this early hour. For some reason the police had no interest in helping me with this simple task; instead they have just tied a neat bow around the side-view mirror with their police tape, as if this would prevent further thievery, or help me identify the car, or serve any bloody purpose at all.

5. The car is broken into (loose cables and plastic debris, you get the idea) but can be pushed back into its parked position, although I'm too light and/or weak to do this myself, since the street is sloping slightly upwards. Several people decline to help me push it, although I am still dressed in my fancy suit and must appear very decent.
Not many people pass by on this street at 6 in the morning. Eventually a woman and her child agree to assist me in this labour. The street is now free from my murdered metal darling.

6. I go home, which takes almost an hour by bus. The communications between home and school are worthless. Which is why I enjoy going by car so much.

7. I phone my girlfriend, who is upset with me. Added to that, there has just been a major gas-leak in her block in Benidorm, and she has just been abruptly evacuated by the police. Then the connection just dies, and I turn instantly worried something terrible has happened.

8. An hour later, I can call her again. She's technically ok. I call around for a company that can tow my car to some garage.

9. At 9 am I call my colleague, who tells me my boss is annoyed because I haven't showed up at work. I mumble something about force majeur, then go to bed.

10. I sleep for a few hours. I wake up and check my job e-mail. An angry mother has complained about the grade I've given her daughter. I realise I've accidentally given the student a too low grade in English, and understandably she and her entire family now hate me.

11. I call my boss. I apologise for my absence. Since there are no classes today (the kids left yesterday) I only miss some evaluation-workshop-crap-thingy.

12. I visit the garage, located in the slums of my town, to which my car is supposed to have been towed, although of course it hasn't yet, since everything works in slow-motion in this branch, and I leave the car keys to some shady ex-convict who’s dressed up as a car mechanic. He mumbles something about wanting extra payment; “for what?” I inquire, and then he forgets about it. "I'll call you on Tuesday", he shouts as he walks away.

13. I return home again. I sleep some more hours. Write this crap.

How's your day been?

I see what you did there, Mash, and it makes sense. I think another way to make the picture more logical would be to add something more eye-attracting where those mentioned lines converge. Like a big, bright tower top or something.
I'll work on it.

Nice usage of the word "besides", Zor 

I don't care much for Trap's geeky videos, but I sincerely love some of his songs.
I know your name, I've got some falling to do, Telekenesis, The Saga of you, etc.

Can someone break down the content of that clip? I got insta-bored

Loomy, I think you've identified my problem
It's not that I lack stories; I write a lot and have nice visions of wonderful pictures I want to paint. But when I commence on those more planned and thought through projects I don't get anywhere, and my progress slowly grind to a halt.
Only when I start out with aimless sketching, unpretentious, unplanned jotting, I actually go all the way to finish the painting. As a result, my paintings often lack story-telling and dramaturgy. They're unplanned, simply.

No idea behind it really, just relax-painting a bit now that my job is getting less and less stressful.
Feel free to comment. Don't really know where to go from here.

cheers

4 years later and I am still a sexy beast

Not bad, but you should ditch that dork with the santa's hat