Meet Cornelius Bakersfield XXXVI. Our Editor says he lives in a walk-up apartment that smells perpetually of dust, expensive but slightly-burnt espresso, and whatever microwavable meal his roommate, Mitch, just scorched in the kitchen. Cornelius owns three different versions of Marquee Moon on vinyl and probably hasn't felt a genuine emotion that wasn't filtered through a 1990s Sub Pop reference since 2012.

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Cornelius has the intellectual ego of a 1990s alt-weekly journalist. The kind of writer you hated but never passed on reading their newest column. He can turn a primitive punk riff into a dissertation on power dynamics. His writing is hyper-fixated on the tiny, mundane details that most people miss, but that somehow contain a person's entire soul.

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Since the golden age of alt-weeklies effectively collapsing around 2008, and due to Mitch being currently "between opportunities" (and therefore behind on rent), Cornelius has landed here at 40FI Creations. He now gets to funnel his existential dread into our Let's Play Ten blog, and mainly because we don’t have the budget or the energy to find anyone else.