Who am I?
Having traded stocks for just under 34 months at the turn of the millennium, Zac is entirely responsible for the dot-com meltdown. He has never successfully been trapped in drawstring pants, but it is a lingering fear that he grapples with daily. Zac doesn’t enjoy talking about himself in the third person, so I’m going to stop doing it abruptly. I went to undergraduate in Ann Arbor, MI (screw you, Buckeyes) and subsequently journalism grad school in Athens, GA (up yours, Gators). Then after that whole stock market unpleasantness, I went back to portfolio school in Atlanta, GA to become proficient at this lovingly sordid, yet oh-so-necessary brainwashing we call advertising. Now I attend the school of Planet Earth (not those other loser planets, though, except maybe Neptune) as a Senior Copywriter—and no, that does not mean I draw those litigious C’s with circles around them.
Also something mildly interesting about me is that I quite like interacting with animate objects, and sometimes even people. Yeah, people. However, if you want to find out more about me, you’ll have to invade my personal cyberspace (firstname.lastname@example.org or simply dash off your comments into the blogosphere) and poke me with a pointy cyberstick until I talk. But that may not be so easy. I lurk in the shadows, and I used to wrestle in high school. Once you get to know me, though, I’m not too bad—except for the wildly distracting facial tics. And they only get bad during full moons. And Tuesdays.