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This has a backstory. At Fishwrap (aka National Schismatic Reporter) some oaf mocked you, my readers, calling you “Zed heads”. Therefore, with help from the talented Vincenzo, whom we haven’t seen in an age of the world, I offered you some Zed Head swag. At the time it really annoyed the Fishwrappers, since a) we were having fun and that is not allowed, and b) I was making money from the swag. BTW… I often used the earnings from the Z-swag to send my own store items to priests about whom or from whom I heard good things or who were being oppressed by their bishops.
Chessy stuff. I heard from another priest. Fr. NF. Thanks, Father.
I had this game the other day as black against a weird opening gambit. Experiment with gif. White… sometimes inexplicable.
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Zed Heads? Why, Father, they make it sound like a bad thing!
I consider being a Zed Head a great honour and distinction. For over a decade now both my wife and I have looked to Fr. Z for sound judgement and reasoned thought. In the words of the Grateful Dead, “together, more or less in line, just keep trucking’ on”. Thank you Father for your spiritual closeness from your friends in Canada.