December 27, 2011 F.O.Y.E.R. 2011
Welcome to the first annual so-far-as-you-know Faux Outrage Year End Review (“FOYER”) for 2011! Not only will this post be a clearinghouse for all of the horrible/awesome stuff I wrote this past year; it will also give you an opportunity to see what it looks like when I write while hopped up on (generic) NyQuil.
The year started out on a serious note when I wrote Mom Homage in honor of the person responsible for 30-40% of the clicks on this website. Shortly thereafter, I alienated every single old-school, kind-hearted person I know by penning a screed against thank you notes before exposing my general distaste for General Tso’s when it is sold by the pound.
In February, I tried my hand at serious short fiction. It did not go well. Lesson learned. But by the end of the month, I returned to my inane roots and disassembled grocery shopping, or what I call The Least Efficient Process in the Universe.
March brought on the beginning of baseball season and the realization that February is mathematically the worst month of the year. I dismantled kindergarten logic and pointed folks who were interested to an inspirational video about What Teachers Make.
I lost my grandmother in April and also realized that I have also lost the ability to call anyone I knew without the help of my smartphone. I turned 29, which I decided is the same as turning 30.
In May, self-checkout stations found their way into my crosshairs, as did cereal commercials and poor, defenseless apples.
June is the month that I decided we should stop using the word “overrated” and stop pretending the show Undercover Boss is about the plight of the American worker. I also debuted the so-far-two-part That Should Be A Thing series in June.
That Should Be A Thing Part I: Open Door Policies
That Should Be A Thing Part II: Parallel Universal
My brain started to melt a little bit in July (it seems), because I started out that month a weird love letter to freedom and a discussion about whether friendship means something different inside a bar than at a lunch counter (if those even exist anymore). Then I went on to discuss the strange realization that I never put my fan on high and the completely un-strange realization that I am scared of bears.
August started out with a little backwards-looking introspection and even-further-back exploration of the food we (can choose not to) eat. The month ended with a retrospective of still-helpful shorthand phrases I used to use when the Internet and I were coming age.
September started out pretty serious, first with a frank discussion about (my) (very) low-skilled labor, and next with a poem I wrote on 9/11/2001. The middle of the month is when I appeared as a guest blogger at Lessons From Teachers and Twits.
Thankfully, things lightened up a bit in October! I sang the praises of the classic bicycle bell and awkwardly recounted the day when it became clear that I should not be put in charge of counting. The month ended with a love letter to Halloween, the one day when we pretend that we believe in ghosts and that children can enjoy the company of their neighbors.
More recently, I wrote a defense of the barometer and told a true tale of graphite, art, and friendship.
And finally — just before the end of the year — I got to say “uncle” when my burrito-shaped baby nephew Max was born!
Of course, 2011 also saw a number of additions to the Fictionary:
- annexiety (01/25/2011)
- glawing (05/11/2011)
- expertease (08/25/2011)
- fictionary (10/19/2011)
- cropportunity (11/09/2011)
- desirony (12/13/2011)
What a year.
See you in 2012!
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Permalink # dad said
It’s a rap!
Nicely done Zach.
PS: Mom’s clicking on your blog now.
Permalink # Zach S. said
I would expect nothing less…!
Permalink # Y said
I, for one, liked the short fiction piece.
Permalink # Zach S. said
That makes two of us. For the most part, though, people were backing away slowly and asking me if my brain was broken 🙂
Permalink # Carl D'Agostino said
For Fictionary – “crosshairing” what you have done this year leaving few deserving targets of ridicule unscathed. Please continue shooting in 2012.
Permalink # BRO said
Nice FOYER Zach, but I do want to clear that Max himself is not “Burrito Shaped”, but appears as such after we “burrito him”. Your nephew would like this cleared up.
Permalink # creativelysly said
Reblogged this on creativelysly and commented:
Re blogging works….1/23/2012