My year, reviewed, outstandingly

January
My peace mission to Syria was fraught with complications after my seeing-eye Pomeranian was seized at Customs for violating national thresholds of froufrou-ness. This was followed by further scurrying about and logistical recalibration after I realized I was not in Syria but Sarnia. Thanks a lot, Google Maps! And, come to think of it, why was Canada Customs hassling me in the first place? Apparently, I was more mixed up than I thought. Regardless, all was not lost, as I was able to attend Sarnia town council and deliver my peace plan – “It’s the Time-Out Chair for Everyone!” – and visit Sarnia Collegiate Institute and Technical School, the alma mater of James Doohan, Star Trek’s Mr. Scott. Beam me up satisfied!

February
While I ultimately did not win the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay, critics agreed that there had never in the history of cinema been a sadder movie than Everybody Lives But All the Dogs Die.

March
There’s an old Himalayan saying: “When the mountain snows are as deep as the night sky, this is no time to be wearing Birkenstocks.” With that in mind, I set out on a quest to find meaning in my life, or at very least in the life of my co-worker Sally, who is spiritually damaged from investing too much hope in the possibility that “The Big Bang Theory” might become good again. While I did not find meaning in my life, I did find where that funny smell was coming from.

April
Ingested 40 kg of Cool Whip in an effort to stabilize the over-saturated whipped topping market in accordance to the economic principle of supply-and-dessert.

May
Who will ever forget where they were at 10:37 a.m., Wednesday, May 13, the moment the War on Man Buns began? I was having my kneecaps bronzed.

June
My much-publicized bare-knuckle boxing match against future prime minister Justin Trudeau (“The Falderal in Montreal”) was cut short after two rounds when Trudeau began racing around the ring, shouting, “My face! My glorious, beautiful face!” Which was fine, because violence is never the answer, especially if it’s against me.

July
Adrift in a lifeboat for 17 days after the Slovakian cheese freighter I was aboard ran into an iceborg (robotic frozen water is a real danger, people!), I was forced to rely on my wits and extensive pediatric training to survive. Nourished only by seaweed and rations of Baby Aspirins, I passed the time by plotting revenge on the defrocked priest who got me into this mess in the first place. (Damn you, Father Grakov, if you are not damned already!) Emaciated, weak and badly in need of a toothbrush, I finally ran aground off the shores of Fiji, although I was at first convinced it was Detroit. You know the rest.

August
My R&B single “Wag That Swag” (featuring hip hop sensation Pole-E-Oh) reached No. 27 on the Pacific Rim Top 40 Adult Hypoallergenic Dance Chart and spawned a brief (2.4 days) dance craze called “The Full-Contact Hustle.” It was a hit. Unfortunately, my follow-up, “Ain’t Discussin’ No Concussin’” did not chart.

September
I launched my line of power tools and equipment for women who used to be men but who can’t kick the little handyman inside: Trans-Action Tools. Unfortunately, my Kylie Jennerator resulted in a series of lawsuits and vicious online attacks that rendered my project financially unsuccessful and not much fun at all.

October
Gaaawwwwd, it’s only October? Really? Will this year never end!

November
The United Nations Climate Change Conference turned its back on my proposal to end global warming by eliminating single-serve coffee makers, floral-scented kitty litter and Taylor Swift.

December
The year ends with a relaxing of the shoulders that comes with the realization that we have become so hyper-responsive to the constant bombardment of stimuli that ultimately nothing can become truly memorable because it is so quickly replaced by the next thing, and that sometimes what we really need is to turn off the stream and be still with ourselves; also the realization that selfie sticks are actually kind of fun.

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About rossmurray1

I'm Canadian so I pronounce it "Aboot." No, I don't! I don't know any Canadian who says "aboot." Damnable lies! But I do know this Canadian is all about humour (with a U) and satire. Come by. I don't bite, or as we Canadians say, "beet."
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17 Responses to My year, reviewed, outstandingly

  1. ksbeth says:

    and what a year of ‘almost’ is was for you. here’s to another.

  2. I thought that the whole global warming thing included the elimination of selfie sticks! Well, as long as Taylor Swift is still around, who really cares…?

  3. I think the biggest event of my year was spilling a beer on my laptop back in January, and finding that it still works today.

  4. goldfish says:

    I was braiding seaweed for the 1st Annual Warlock Festival at 10:37 a.m., Wednesday, May 13. Never forget!

  5. Elyse says:

    All that Cool Whip will ensure that you are around for many decades to come. You might not be alive, but you will be well preserved and flavorful.

  6. Liz says:

    What a year! How ever will you top it in 2016? Seems impossible, but if anyone can do it, it’s you. In other news, I would read the hell out of a novelization of July.

  7. List of X says:

    If you still planning on going on another peace mission in Syria, they’re ready whenever you are. But make sure to keep the beard, they like men with beards there.

  8. Boy you’re quite the entrepreneur. Or maybe environmentalist? Or artist? Or… whatever, still funny! And I totally want to read that screenplay!

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