Dear Productivity,
It is with great sadness that I must announce the following statement: As of today, September 25, 2007, I am hereby terminating our long-running relationship. Today, Halo 3 was released.
Throughout the years, you’ve been there for me countless times. From the 9th Grade history reports that were started 3 hours before they were due, (before the internets!) to the current client who doesn’t mind paying a little extra to have their edit done ahead of schedule. With you by my side, I’ve managed to finish high school, learn all about computers and entertainment technology, and make mix CD’s for my girlfriend. Without you, my car would be on blocks in the front yard. The dishes would pile high. The cat would starve. Through thick an thin, you’ve provided me with the motivation to create, love, prosper, and above all else, survive.
Signed,
Zack
Retarded Videogame Junkie
CC: To my Wedding Video Clients - your wedding really wasn’t that big of a deal, anyway. I can probably mail you a DVD that was shot at the same location, and if you squint, that bride and groom might look familiar. Hopefully, your photographer doesn’t own an XBOX360
CCC: To my Girlfriend - If you feel like you have no choice but to make out with girls, I totally understand.

I found my car! I’m getting on a plane in 20 minutes to fly to Arizona, where they are holding a 2006 clean-diesel Jetta TDI for me. Driving back tonight, rock and roll, baby!
Ally totally stole my thunder. But that’s fine. No, really. I’m really OK with it. I’m not bitter. :)
Here’s the deal: Next month I turn 30. I hate it. It’s awful, really. But I’m burying my 20’s in the desert, in high style, albeit a month early. Sara and I, and a few other couples, have rented a big ol’ house in Palm Springs for the weekend. (Yes, this weekend) It’s got a pool, spa, swim-up bar, and A LAZY RIVER. Yes. A Lazy. Frickin’. River. Totally insane. Pool table, putting greens, basketball court, and more. It’s like adult Disneyland in the desert.
The party is this Saturday, the 22nd. If you’re a reader of this blog, and I’ve shared at least one beer with you in my twenties, you’re invited. If you qualify, chances are you know how to get ahold of me for directions/address. (This is to ward off Mike’s APU students looking for free booze. Damn freeloaders!)
So, get your asses to Palm Springs this Saturday. Blow off the Sunday morning church gigs. Drop the newborns off at the neighbors. Whatever. Food and drink (lots ‘o drink) are provided. If you’re planning on staying the night, you’ll need a hotel, as the owner of the house has strict rules on occupancy. But the Travelodge is down the street, and cheap. Here are some photos of the house, to get you all excited.






Anybody else here on facebook? You can find my profile here, if you are. Let’s me friends! The fake internet kind!
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