Remember my credo about fucking the Registrar? No, I’m not at Centre anymore and no longer really feel the need to do such fucking, but I’ve been thinking lately about the history and progress of this journal. How will future generations of NFD readers know just who this fuck-target was?

Thus, to give you a frame of reference, I have procured a casual photograph of said fuckee (visible below). It’s like a party for my gall bladder! Yes, he’s in the front. Please try not to shriek.

AIIEEEE.