To that front-end, here’s a post that celebrates the baskets of gentlemen who have appeared here before, along with the requisite links to more of their junk. Now that we’ve had the return of the big JC, let’s get back into the carnal sinning and winning that this site aims to deliver when it’s not all about Christ. (And thank God because those quarters sucked.) I’m not walking up five flights to get to my dorm room in the top turret of Usen Castle anymore. Also, they were taken right before we all started putting on the Quarantine 19 – so much more vicious than the Freshman 15 because, DUH, we are so much older than Freshmen and it’s so much harder to stay in shape. These photos were bonus shots from the ‘Weird Science’ underwear homage taken a few weeks ago. The only certainty was my death.” ~ Haruki MurakamiĪll 80’s thunder and glory, the pixelated video-game dreams of my youth battled with my longing for the natural world, and while it was the latter that would win out in the end (nature always did and always will), I had my moments of sitting spellbound before a television and masterfully manipulating Player One or Player Two depending on how my brother or his friends allowed it to be. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I’d loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. “My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life.