I turned it on Eileen and threw in a couple of my normal nags about her driving.

As he churned out early versions of the Quake III engine, the mappers and artists felt adrift, with no direction on what to pursue.

We smile at the despairing mother whose children are bouncing off the walls and tell her that she deserves a large glass of wine after the kids have gone to bed, and that we would do the same. Or we “jokingly” bring a bottle of wine to the NCT picnic.

We were swept along by her eloquence.