Sunday Morning Post (V.3, #15) - Kiss Me, I’m (Identifying Ethnic Noun Here)

I finally got good news this past week: I got my invitation for my first COVID shot!  Yay!  It’ll be the Pfizer edition and my appointment is for Tuesday morning. I’m guessing my second dose will be scheduled for some time in May.

Warrior Queen has completed both of her shots and she’s gotten her vaccine passport to prove it.  This got me to thinking about some better ways for one to identify themselves as one is now protected from the pandemic.

We could go the Scarlet Letter route and have anyone who has their shots to sew a large letter V on the upper left shoulder of their clothes.  Okay, I see the problem already.  This is soooo 17th century! 

How about a variation on those little stickers everyone gets when they vote in an election.  They’re usually oval shaped and printed with the words I Voted or sometimes just Voted.  Yes, the truly acceptable, non-partisan way of wearing one’s patriotism on their sleeve.  The problem is that these stickers usually peel off after one day and the wearer is left with the residual glue on their shirts/coats or what have you.  Yuck!

Clearly, we need something more permanent than a paper sticker, but something that will not keep us chained to a sewing machine (whatever those are) for a fortnight.

We could go the ethnic identifier route.  We’ve all seen these offered for sale prior to our ethnic holidays that Americans celebrate, but leave members of those communities deeply puzzled about what all the fuss is about.  These declarations are usually on buttons, coffee mugs, and (of course) t-shirts. 

I know we’ve all seen these declarations.  There is Kiss Me, I’m Italian (Columbus Day); Kiss Me, I’m Irish (St. Patrick’s Day); or Kiss Me, I Just Want to Drink Myself Blind on Tequila (Cinco de Mayo).  Or how about Kiss Me, I’m A Sexual Harassment Lawsuit Waiting to Happen (any other day of the year for members of Congress.)  Okay, don’t get excited: I confess I made up that last one. 

Anyway, my point is we could have the words Kiss Me! I’m Vaccinated emblazoned on buttons, cups, and shirts!  We would just need to verify that the purchaser is truly vaccinated by verifying their vaccine passport. And the printing of this design on buttons/cups/shirts would be a job creator for the immediate future.

This sounds like a win-win to me.  If only we could guarantee that wearing such declarations would not prompt the MAGAts and anti-vaxxers to violence.  Or, given that possibility, would it be more fun to not make a statement on our vaccine status and keep them guessing?  It really is getting harder to find ways to amuse ourselves.

(Thank you for reading. Shot, anyone?)

Sunday Morning Post (V.3, #14) - Happy Easter

I don’t have much to write about this week.  I just want to wish everyone a nice Sunday with no drama.   Hope everyone’s celebration of the season meets and exceeds their expectations.

It will be a quiet one for us.  I’ll have a ham slice for dinner as per tradition. Warrior Queen will dine on lasagna as per her tradition of not being traditional in any sense of the word.  So be it!

There will be no family gatherings for us for a variety of reasons.  The COVID excuse will work as well as anything else.  More to the point, we are simply not up to traveling anywhere even if there were Sunday brunches being offered nearby.

I’ll probably reach out to my brother at some point and wish him a Happy Easter.  We may have a conversation which could take him away from a house full of immediate family and friends.  Or he may leave it go to his voice mail box and he’ll catch up to me later in the week.  So be it!

The good news:  WQ got her second COVID vaccine dose a few days ago.

The bad news:  I’m still waiting to hear from the county about an appointment for my first dose!  WQ spoke to the county employees about this situation when she got her shot.  She was told that the county is changing computer systems on Monday and I should re-register after that.

Balls! Oh wait, I meant to say that, so be it.

(Thank you for reading and please have a safe Easter.)

 

Sunday Morning Post (V.3, #13) – In Memory of Jessica Walter

There was a time not too long ago when we would make fun and belittle those who dared to display a superior attitude towards the mass humanity at large. Now it seems we can’t beat those little effers away with a stick if the January 6th insurrection is any indication.  Prior to this year we could laugh at their crass acts of bigotry and prejudice in the media*.  We didn’t see them as a big threat then; now we know better. That is indeed how smug many of us have been.

One of those who helped us belittle the haters was the late Jessica Walter.  Her career stretched back to the early 60s, but I didn’t really enjoy her work until she voiced the role of Malory on the animated television series Archer.  Malory was the spymaster who loved/hated her over-sexed, super-alcoholic, egotistical secret agent son Sterling Archer.  Her pronouncements of him and those other elements of society which are looked down upon would make an earlier television icon Archie Bunker blush.

We lost this wonderful actress this week, but we will always remember her as Malory Archer and there was that one memorable episode from The Big Bang Theory.  Please enjoy the excerpts of her performances below:

*In real life bigotry has never been a laughing matter, and we’ve been the bigger fools when we didn’t realize that.

(Thank you for reading.  Rest in peace, Miss Walter.)