All right, now comes my greatest responsibility as the universally loved and feared Ceasar-esque leader of our suite: brooding in my *newly rearranged* room, listening to the Arcade Fire, planning my first weekend of belligerently excessive drinking since my birthday and glancing over at the Medium personals.

Err... and updating our new blog.

Yeah, Blog!

All right, so we should start making guest accounts for the people who don't live in our suite but hang out here about as much as we do. Now, clearly, waayyy too many motherfuckas are going to want to get in on this blog, as we're so universally popular. Like, I was on the A bus today, and none less than 87 distinct individuals asked to be allowed the honor, nay, the distinct honor of posting on our blog.

Even the bus driver, which constituted a major safety hazard, and resulted in the bus combusting into flames a la the Out of Service group picture.

Now this would be a nightmare for the owner of record and founding father of this blog, the brown guy with the Boondocks Saints theme and the dude-dress...

So I propose that we limit admission into this most vaunted of Rutgers institutions to those that we love the most... like your mom, and anybody famous, like the members of Whitesnake, Poison, and Quiet Riot, with the understanding they play at our next 80's Dance Party, if we have another one.