What's worse?

Discovering this blog still exists?
Realizing how built I was in college, and how I've atrophied?
Recalling how much fun living/interning in London for a summer can be?
Knowing that this find will lead to the resurrection and redesigning of a once addictive passion?

If you guessed "How awesome my faux-hawk was in college," you are correct. That, however, was not an option, so I take pleasure in the thought of knowing you, unlike Indiana Jones in the (not so) Last Crusade, did not choose wisely.