This is takin’ it waaaay back — people were joking about creepy vintage mechanical toys on Twitter, and it totally reminded me of the mechanical monkey I had when I was not much older than a baby. It was originally manufactured and marketed as “Musical Jolly Chimp” between the 1950’s and the 1970’s by Japanese company Daishin C.K., according to Wikipedia. But it was resold under various names on the street in New York City.
My guess is that my father picked it up for me after work in the 1970’s. (He was a municipal bus driver in Manhattan.)
It was loud. It did scare me — but I also remember loving it too, and it remained in my toybox for years. (Maybe I had a split personality as a little kid or something.)
I habitually break my reading glasses by either stepping or sitting on them. So I stocked up on a bunch of cheap pairs at the start of the Covid pandemic, because I am totally not down with any of that “Time Enough At Last” horseshit.
I even fell into the habit of tossing the broken pairs into the same drawer, in hoarder-like fashion. (Am I supposed to repair them someday, maybe? Glasses repair is not really a thing with me.)
Anyway, that drawer has reached the point where I look like a serial killer who bludgeons nerdy, frugal, fashion-blind men over the head and then takes their glasses as trophies — like some pathetic riff on the alien “Predator” (1987).
I need to leave a note in that drawer to exonerate myself to the police — in case I die in my sleep or something.
I’ll be honest with you — the first shot of the Pfizer vaccine left me feeling tired for about three days. I had low energy and was feeling genuinely sleepy. Yesterday (the fourth day out) was the first day I’ve consistently felt back to normal.
What’s weird is that the fatigue absolutely didn’t set in right away — it took maybe a full 24 hours following the shot Wednesday for me to really feel it. I suppose I should have intuited that most side effects aren’t instantaneous.
Don’t get me wrong, though — I am thrilled that I got the shot, and grateful for the degree of protection that it affords me. A couple of unproductive days are far better than suffering through the worst of a potentially fatal respiratory disease.