
On the grand scale of achievements, keeping a blog going for a full year isn't that big of an accomplishment, especially when you consider how little energy it takes to be a smarty-pants on the internet. In fact, my inner cool kid wants to brush ZFS! off like it doesn't matter; like I'm just having a laugh and that I could walk away from it at any time, perhaps to buy a spiffy, new leather jacket and some sunglasses to wear only at night. That, however, isn't the case. This blog represents one of the only things in my life that I've ever stuck with. Amid the rubble of half-finished plays, novels with only three chapters written, and short stories sans endings (who, I ask you, can't finish a short story), ZFS! stands alone as something not abandoned; something in which I didn't lose interest.
It's not cool to say it, but nonetheless... I'm proud of this blog. It's not art, it's not spectacular writing, it's not anything more than the semi-coherent ramblings of a casually drunk office drone... but it is mine. That means a lot.
So, a few thank yous, then we can all get on with our lives:
-Thanks to Girlfriend, for not minding when I use our personal lives for post fodder.
-Thanks to my job, for the eight hours a day of free internet access.
-Thanks to Gawker, who are responsible for the majority of the people whom I unpretentiously and lovingly call "my readers."
-And of course, thanks to you guys for continuing to show up, for willingly tolerating this nonsense, and for making it fun. The comments you leave are awesome, across the board, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. Seriously, again, a billion times, thanks.
So, there you go. Back to it then. Drinks all around and here's to another year!
Happy Birthday ZFS!!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for providing a whole year of such top-notch enlightenment and entertainment!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZFS!!!
ReplyDeleteI Love, Love, Love that your birthday cake looks like a beer.
Jeff... The pleasure's been all on this end, m'boy.
ReplyDeleteLioux... Or does my beer look like a birthday cake? Oooooh... blowin' your MIND!!!
Happy Birthday! and if it's not Art it's at least art and that's just a man's name anyway... cheers!
ReplyDeleteWHOA.
ReplyDelete*toasts you* Happy Blog Birthday! If it weren't for your comments over at the AV Club, I would never have found this super cool place. And now I frequent ZFS more than I do AVC, so there ya go! :)
ReplyDeleteHear, hear! I feel like my blog has a little community around it, and certainly yours does, and we share some of the same people...so even though we're all pecking away at keyboards alone in ugly offices, it's really kind of a Internet buddy love-in!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday and many moooooore!
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Happy birfday!
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel, if Irish and I didn't have a blog we'd probably be in a gutter somewhere... or getting a lot more work done-- whatevs.
We love zfs!!
-Jew
Playing Ugly... I've always thought of it more as simply "fart."
ReplyDeleteGiggleloop... How sad is it that I forgot I used to have my link up on the AV Club. Man, I've got to lay off the booze. Oh and, toast backatcha.
Colleen... I like to think of us as one big happy family. Who don't know each other. And communicate only in writing. And if we ever were to meet, would have a strict "no touching" policy. Still, a love-in's a love-in, no matter what form it takes!
Cheese... Gracias, Cheese! Which is something I've never said before.
Jew (and Irish by proxy)... Oddly enough, I get a TON of work done when I'm in a gutter. And mad thanks for the love!!!
Good work. I am fairly certain I will never make it a year so you should be proud.
ReplyDeleteThanks dude. And I had always assumed that you'd been at this for way more than a year. Mad skillz, as they say.
ReplyDeleteGood work, cap'n. Keep it up.
ReplyDeleteHappy Blogbirthday! And for the record I consider your blog high art, as opposed to minem which is more WalM-art
ReplyDeleteMmyers... Will do. As long as EVERYONE agrees to call me Cap'n from now on. I'm so buying me a Captain's hat.
ReplyDeleteHolygirl... Ah well, I don't know about that. But thanks, of course. And your blog's way, way better than Wal-Mart. You're at least Macys.
Thanks dude. And I had always assumed that you'd been at this for way more than a year.
ReplyDeleteThanks man, but not even close. 3.5 months....
Wow. Could have fooled me. In fact, you did. Nicely... done... Midwesterner. Nicely done, indeed.
ReplyDeleteBut we'll meet again.
Happy Bidet!
ReplyDeleteLa'Chaim!
I came via Gawker, but stayed for the wit.
And bad ass commenters!
Muchos gracias, dude. Yes, the commenters here, yourself included, are the finest in all the land.
ReplyDelete* sniff *
ReplyDeleteOh, they just grow up so fast!
(I was just remarking to myself the other day -- you know, like ya do -- how faithfully you've been blogging it up, and doing quality work, I might add. Big Fat Congrats, Man!)
never say blog.
ReplyDeleteit sounds like the noise you make the morning after too much bad food and drink
Happy B-day! Not totally uncommon that good blogs lead to better (writing)opportunities; I wish that for you.
ReplyDeleteomg, happy BIRTHDAY, zfs!
ReplyDeleteBefore long, you'll be a blog old enough to drive a car... vote... drink!!!
Happiest of bdays, zfs, and thank you for being the Mario Batali of Saltines and stuff you can dunk them in.
Braden... I've said this to you before, but just so it's mentioned in print at least once: 90% of the things I write, I write with the thought, "Will Braden think this is funny," rattling around in my brain.
ReplyDeleteQuin... I just blogged all over the place.
Ruth... That's really nice of you to say, dude. I, course, have always got that in the back of my mind. It makes for quality daydreaming. I won't hold my breath, of course, but, to paraphrase F. Scott, isn't it pretty to think so?
Pigeon... God, this blog is NEVER getting a car. And I haven't ever been compared to Mario Batali before. Or, at least not in a category other than fat-assedness. So thanks!
yeah, blog...it's what happens if you eat too much catsup and water soup.
ReplyDeletebe careful.
No worries. I'm an experienced crappy food-eater. It's in my blood.
ReplyDeleteit happens to us southern folk...if you can't fry it, put gravy on it..or, better yet, do both.
ReplyDeleteMmmm... fried, gravy-covered whatever...
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