Thousands Dead (None Injured)

Hey, it's May! It's the beginning of summer vacation for those in school, and the extention of permanent break for those who aren't. (what?)

First off, thank you to all of those who came out and supported Matt and The Erinys last month...there will not be many people destroyed by my hand for not seeing it, so congratulations! For those of you who did not come out however, you have a final chance to save yourself from a good destroying: buy the CD. It becomes available for purchase at Hastings and the Record Exchange this month. Contact me if you have any questions...though I will most likely not have the answers. If you want solid answers contact Matt. Or contact me if you're too scared to ask him yourself. He is quite imposing, so I wouldn't blame you.

There have been a few new readers added to the roster of the ZCCNL this month, so if you're just coming aboard, welcome to my world of complaints and poor humor! Don't take many things I say literally, unless I specifically direct you to.

Now, take this quite seriously:

In the world of Zach there are few rules. One big one however (right after 99% of human beings piss me off) is that if I have done something to make you mad at me, there is a simple thing to do: Tell me. It's not hard at all. I'll feel bad about it, but I'd like the chance to set things straight. If for any reason you feel compelled to terminate a friendship, a simple call will do it for you, no problems! I've got enough on my plate that it really won't make a difference to me...granted, losing a friend isn't high on my priority list but sitting around wondering what's going on isn't too fun or productive. If I wanted any type of professional or personal relationship with a Middle School level mentality I would have tried harder to stay with McLane. So here's your chance: If this little scenario I have painted sounds like you...talk about it. End of rant.

Now for some comedy relief!!!! (Cue circus/ midget in a bikini music)

As I was taking my daily walk down Overland last week I passed by an oriental-type pawnshope/ grocery/ thing. I heard the joyous sound of children's laugheter ring into my ears and saw two children of asian descent (I'd roughly guage their ages 6 and 8, so of course their intellect is already higher then my own). The older one had a football in his hands. I expected to see him toss the pigskin to his younger sibling (actually I can't say for sure they were related...they looked alike anyways...bass drum, bass drum, crash cymbal) however I saw him take off running and attempt to dribble it like it was a basketball. When that failed, the two resorted to picking up a large stick and beating it. The two lads were jabbering away in their native tounge, so I understand their ignorance in using the ball the way it was intended... but dangit, if they're going to be here, learn our ways! We'd be forced into sitting on the floor for dinner and have 'honor' crammed down our throats if we went over there, the least they could do is learn how to throw a football, even badly. I breifly considered entering the establishment to present this argument to their parents, but I didn't want a Bo Staff conecting with my larynx or even worse be told that I make inferior cars and electronics.

Don't worry, my complaint ends there, I won't say foreigners are taking our jobs or anything. Even though they are...

Alright I'm done. Hope everyone enjoys their finals!!! BWAH HAHAHA! Did I mention I don't have any? Oh I didn't? Well....I don't have any finals!!!! BWAH HAHAHA!

I'm out in the hood...

This is Zach saying "Please don't add me to your Block List."