Trumpets play fanfare as streamers and confetti fall from nowhere, and a crowd of gathering onlookers stare up at the top of the mighty monolith that is "Shirtless O'Clock" as an proclamation is shouted to be heard throughout the land

"Loyal followers of Shirtless O'Clock (and you must be if you're still checking this website after four months of but a few posts), fear not, for the shallow existence of your lives, now hollow and empty without the constant stream of pure gold flowing from Shirtless O'Clock into your dorm room, will be complete again as we will soon be restored to the former glory of the time we like to call "The Golden Age." We had to take a break over then summer to earn our fortunes, and climb the highest mountains of the northern hemisphere with nothing but a banana and a copy of Chaucer's Troilus and Cressida. But the summer has come and gone, and although we lost the valiant White Nick to ravaging beasts while on our way down from a mountain the natives call "Mount Organic Chemistry", he is still with us in spirit, and now even has his own account on this blog, so he can posthumously keep us up to date on his going ons."

"I will not make a real post now, my children, because no one will likely read this for many moons and seasons (maybe a week or two), and I will have to use my divine influence to get the lazy behinds of the rest of this site's memebers to update as well (i.e. constant nagging). But fear not, for the unstoppable force that is shirtless O'Clock will soon be back, and mightier than ever. Which is pretty damn mighty"