It… it works?
— Myself, wondering what I’ve done wrong because after trying to get one of the nastiest pieces of code to actually not brutally murder my computer with ridiculous amounts of memory use to behave and output sensible data it’s finally giving me results. This is a trap. It has to be.
Everything’s alright now.
— A phrase that isn’t used enough.
Oh god it’s like typing in mud
— Myself, writing on the shitty office keyboard after spoiling myself with the mechanical keyboard I have at home
Writing a thesis is easy when you bribe yourself with hamburgers
— Myself, on not falling at the final hurdle.
Ha ha oh god you’re serious
— Myself, realising that a travel agent didn’t know if Seoul was in North or South Korea. Or what the difference was.
— A more appropriate name for my plasma physics fast ion code that eats memory. It took 2 minutes for it to get to 7GB.
Because not telling you how anything works and suddenly changing our mind about how things work is the way we do it around here
— Myself, imagining the thought processes that went in to designing the Kyrandia adventure games.
Wandering out of a nightclub and encountering some drunk world cup fans happily walking down the road, screaming “SOCCCAAAARRR”
— Myself, on things that don’t make sense due to the spatial and temporal location of the event: Southern Germany December 2002 Edition.