Now that I've got your attention, I demand that Quake Live be released. Now!

Oooor... you'll see. Not threatening anyone just sayin'.

I leave you on this wonderful summer night with a poem I wrote a while back.

Red sails in the sunset
by agardenchair

Oh embers of red on a parabola horizon,
glistening sunset dripping from a fishing line.
I'm in that old cafe and drink to a silhouette.
The walls remember the broken mirrors too well here.