Link. This is a real bummer. Yes, most of its content was crap, but there was almost always good stuff worth sifting around and finding. And to this day, I'll occasionally surf around to my favorite obscure boards late at night, when I should have turned in a half-hour ago, to see if there was anything new. It was as comforting a ritual as warm milk; no matter where I was, at what stage in life, there was tangible proof that someone, somewhere, somewhen cared about the same thing I did. And now all these thoughts, ramblings, explanations of convoluted plot twists, and bits of gossip will be lost... like tears in the rain.