My dog, Blossom, does not play well with other dogs. She’s too excitable, and I can’t rust that she’ll fly off the handle around another dog. But there is a husky on our daily walk, which she is pretty friendly with. Tonight was the longest they’ve spent in each other’s presence: three minutes. There was lots of nuzzling and licking of fur. The fence helps keep Blossom calm.
Last weekend I received my first vaccination shot.
I hadn’t had much luck getting an appointment. I seemed to miss every window. Not that I was anxious about it because I knew I’d get vaccinated eventually. Still, sooner would be better than later.
Saturday, I was out shopping for groceries. It was a little alarming because a guy was constantly coughing who always ended up in the same aisle as me. In the last, I don’t think it would have pinged my radar, but in a pandemic, it was a bit concerning.
While I was in line at the deli, my phone rang. It was a call from a pharmacy I had signed up for to be on their vaccination waitlist a few weeks earlier. They had some extra doses, and if I could make it to their pharmacy before closing, I could get my first shot. Could I make it? Most definitely.
I rushed to the register to be rung up. The woman at the register stopped and held up my cilantro and asked if it was regular cilantro or organic. I told her I had a vaccination appointment to get to and to charge whatever she wanted.
I got the hell out of the supermarket and made it to the Mercy Plaza Pharmacy. After filling out some paperwork, I got my shot. Didn’t feel a thing.
While I was waiting out my mandatory 15 minutes to see if there were any ill effects, the owner came by to check up on me. Hell of a nice guy. Turns out his pharmacy is independent and family-owned. He was proud of his teenage son for volunteering at the pharmacy during the pandemic. I was proud, too.
I had such a great time talking to the guy that weird as it may sound; I can’t wait for my next shot.
While I’m sad that Twitter shuttered Periscope, I have to admit I rarely watched it myself. It seemed like most people were posting videos of themselves smoking joints. I never understood the appeal of those videos. It’s like watching paint dry. Anyway, I guess I’ll be using Instagram Live until a decent replacement comes around.
I broke down and got a subscription to Paramount+ (enough with the pluses. Plusi?) to watch Star Trek: Discovery, Picard and Lower Decks. The first episode of season two of Discovery was great. But those flight suits, tho.
Gene’s been on my mind a lot because I picked up his run on Night Force on ComiXology earlier this week. I loved the series, but I don’t think it was Gene’s best work. I don’t know if Gene was rushing to make deadlines or if the inkers couldn’t adequately convey Gene’s drawings or if there was some other reason, but Gene’s work seemed rushed and a little shoddy.
This post’s inspiration is Gene’s drawing of Merlin, a leopard that is a companion to the series main character, Baron Winter. One panel in particular. Take a look at the lower left-hand of the frame. When I saw it, I couldn’t believe my eyes; it looked like something I would have drawn when I was six-years-old. I flipped through the pages to see how he drew Merlin in the rest of the issue. Surely it was a slip-up. But no, in every panel, Merlin is either passably drawn or outright terrible. What the hell?
I hope I’m not dissuading you from reading Night Force because it’s otherwise excellent. And I still consider Gene a master at his craft but man, that leopard!