The Losers Club

Disclaimer: The majority of us have girlfriends (or wives), so technically we no longer classify as "losers" per se. However, we came up with the name when we didn't enjoy the fast-living, cosmopolitan social lives that we have now, so the name stays. Plus, once a loser, always a loser, we figure...

Diabolical Fiends, No Doubt This is a picture from Juan's wedding reception, summer '99. From left, Heath, myself, Adnan, Odie, and Flounder.

Heath Harrelson (l) and Juan Lombeida (r) Juan is a doctor now, as is his lovely wife, Heather. Did I mention he's a DOCTOR?! Juan has also been known to paint like a mofo. Heath is the JAVA KING. He has much knowledge. You can find out about him at his page. Heath's also co-Chairman of the Board of Pointed Stick. Mary Beth Turner thinks he's pretty damn cool.

Every Girl's Crazy 'Bout a Sharp-Dressed Man This picture is from Juan's wedding as well. From left, Juan, Flounder, Adnan, me, and Loser Attaché Ryan Parson. Ryan met Juan at Governor's School and bet Juan a dollar that Juan would be married before age 25. The day this picture was taken, Ryan was $1 the richer.

Tim "Odie" Odegard Odie and I have been stealing road cones and magazine racks together since the eighth grade. Nothing settles a boy down like grad school, though. In addition to his talents as a beer-balancer, Odie's also a damn network genius, but he's forsaking that crap for a real job in psychology, dealing with the more complex technology of the human brain. He's now married the lovely and talented Mona Haynes. Odie also plays a mean bass clarinet named Maurice.

Adnan Khan My junior year roommate, Adnan (no relation to Genghis, Kubla, or Ricardo Montalban) is also a doctor now. And what have I done with my life? Nothing. His married his college sweetheart, Kelly Osborn, soon-to-be doctor and current Coke® aficionado. Adnan and I went to Europe in late 1999, so he was present at the taking of several of the pictures on the travels page, and his brother Farhan pops up in the Leicester Square picture. Adnan likes R.E.M., Oasis, and the Cure, and I'll be damned if he hasn't brainwashed me to do the same. Bloody wankah!

Michael "Flounder" O'Quin The Elusive Floundaar the Barbarian reportedly dwells in sunny San Diego, California. It's where all the freaky freakies live. A reclusive figure not unlike the wily Sasquatch, he maintains an evanescent existence, disappearing for long periods of time and reappearing without warning. Despite bearing a marked resemblance to the Unabomber in this AP photo, Flounder is actually a big, cuddly, huggable gay man. I met him my freshman year when we were in a play together and he actually recognized the Joe Satriani songs I was playing on acoustic guitar. Flounder is internationally famous for wearing a tie as a headband at parties and for using inflated box-wine pouches as pillows. He was Heath's roommate junior year, and many a Losers Club meeting was held in their room as we indulged in typical activities such as laying down the proverbial smack on VirtuaCop ("die muthabitches!!"), eating Zatarain's cajun in a box, and drinking Guinness.