this is not an occassion for inside jokes. fm may be coming at you head on, all anonymous-like, but that don't mean you can't get what we're saying. 'cepting we'd like to tell rj cool that he should get the axe. if you know what we mean...

this is issue 1 of the new fm, and though the oldies rocked our aggregate house, we're young and red-blooded and ready to reinvigorate the mag with fresh irony. so here goes.

we've got first-years mixing liquor with the cosa nostra. we've got a trip to finagle-a-whatever that flies in the ugly face of atkins wisdom. we get serious with alan keyes as he shows us the meaning of god and country in the mosh pit. and we've got the inside flavor on Let's Go, which is not just a figure of speech but also a travel outfit run by your classmates.

in the meantime, as you absorb our copy, chillax. feel free to partake of general whatshisname's guava jam drink. it is good.

and enjoy the acrostic.