B. J. is a strange, strange person. Like me, he is a fan of Denis Leary ("why don't you just shut up and sing the song, pal?"). He's also our resident Star Wars freak (and I use that term in the strongest sense possible). The pictures shown here are from the spring of 1999. I painted B. J.'s face as part of his Darth Maul costume, which he wore to the opening of The Phantom Menace. You should definitely ask B. J. to play the Star Wars drinking game with you sometime, but make sure he realizes that you want to play while watching the film and not listening to him recite it verbatim. His most recent quirk has been playing a Quicktime recording of the Episode I trailer over and over and over again (maybe he'd better watch out for no. 2 pencils).
B. J. is also a member of the "weird experiences with women" club, and is one of the most staunchly conservative, reddest Flems I know. A congenital knee condition unfortunately forced him out of th Air Force ROTC, but it did play a role in helping him jump tracks to computer science rather than physics, and he seems much happier with it. His new major will probably require him to stay at Caltech an extra year, but there are worse things, and I think he'll be happy to spend a little more time at Fleming Hovse.
B. J. has some odd talents. He can drink and eat a whole lot of stuff very very quickly, stay up for roughly two-hundred consecutive hours, and is the only person I've ever met who is well-described by the term "hydrophilic". If you hear an insane cackle, a loudly sung "hey, bitch!", the splash of water (or Coke, or trash) or the *thwack* of a well-thrown napkin, you've probably found the infamous Gargoyle of Fleming Hovse.