It's Friday. I want nothing better than to go back to my couch and nap away one of the last days of summer. In fact, I think I'll probably go do so — the prerogative of a calling that allows me to sit at the kitchen table in my underpants for half the day. But as I do, I think this Quake 3 rocket jumping video's going to be playing feverishly in the back of my dozing brain. There's sort of a frenetic Zen Buddhism to the awesome purity of these jumps. I'm sure they're probably cheating in more ways than just god mode, but does it matter when you're this damn good? Florian Eckhardt

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