Yoyoyo. I'm sick of TV. I haven't liked it for a while, and that's part of why I'm here at San Francisco State. Like I say on occasion... don't like it? CHANGE IT! So I'm changing it. In the meantime...

One of my roommates turned on the TV. The TV said, "It's like a cross between Heart of Darkness and Gilligan's Island!" No. It's like a cross between me smashing your skull with a brick and me crushing your trachea, bitch. I'm SO sick of TV.

Anyway, I closed the door and turned on some Zao.

Oh yeah, and Joseph Conrad is a tool and I hate the fucking the eaters of the cock (yes, that was a Michael Chrichton reference) at Fremont Union High School District who forced me to read that shitty book four years ago. Or was it three years ago? Whatever. When I was in high school.

Oh yeah, and Zao is the fucking shit. They are an awesome band. They are like what you get when you make death metal that is not some idiot grunting about skinning cats and give them actual talent. Well, then it's not really death metal, anymore, is it? Uhm. Well. Zao is cool anyway.

Broom was telling me something about someone saying that they were some hardcore Christian metal band or something, which I find unlikely. Two of the members of the band do thank God or Jesus or something Christian-y like that in the liner notes to the Zao CD I have, but the others don't, and the lyrics don't exactly remind me of Jesus very much. (Especially the one going on about how a couple of people who posted to their BBS were fucking morons. And Witchunter. And stuff.) In the final analysis, I don't really care, because they fucking rule. Buy their album if you like metal.