So the weather has turned, and this has rendered kendo deadly gi heavy and the inside coated with little all balls of sweat commingled with skindirt of the salty squishy variety. Heads ready to explode, and not in the kikentai-ichi sort of way. It's paralyzing, and one of my many excuses for not having much in the way of keeping this poor blog up to date, even missing

Asianboi roundup

Alric has reached a quarter century. The only question now is when he'll reach a quarter million.

Brother has reached Maryland by now. It's a job, at least, and GS9 is not as nice as GZ17 or GX30.

Lostin has reached no real conclusions. Let's hope they don't clone him.

Rob Chin has reached Astoria, if only twice. He shows up, even when inopportune.

Wifey has reached his summer already and new occupation. His swimtrunks, at least, still fit.