Memes have played an important part in helping us get through 2020. With lockdowns around the world, audiences have not been able to attend stand-up comedy performances. But meme-writers have rushed in to fill the gap, offering up the topical observational humor formerly the realm of stand-ups.
Memes offer a comedic outlet available to all. If there’s just one good thing to come out of the pandemic, it could be the ascendancy of the meme. They predated 2020 by roughly a decade, but they became our comedic currency in 2020.
This book is full of more funny jokes about this crazy situation we’re all in and is a follow-on to “America’s Funniest Memes: Coronavirus Edition”. PLEASE NOTE: Just words—no pictures
- Title : More Funny Covid Memes
- Author : Edward Mickolus
- Publisher : Wandering Woods Publishers
- Publication Date : April 21, 2021
- Language : English
- Paperback : 106 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1949173100
- ISBN-13 : 978-1949173109
- Item Weight : 5.4 ounces
- Dimensions : 5 x 0.24 x 8 inches
Book review: Another hearty helping of meme-fueled humor in face of COVID, Jacksonville Florida Times-Union, USA TODAY NETWORK, May 23, 2021
That day, Amazon ranked the book 13,850 overall, 21 in Internet and Social Media Humor, 35 in Computers and Internet Humor, and 23 in Jokes and Riddles.
Reviewed in Mensa Bulletin, April/May 2021 p. 21.
Table of Contents:
- Coronavirus Diary
- Let’s All Boo 2020 and We’re Not Yet Sure About 2021, Either
- Coping: Some Good, Some Maybe Not the Best Coping Mechanisms
- Hobby Drinking
- Hobby Eating
- Who Needs The Hunt for Red October When We’ve Got The Hunt for Toilet Paper?
- Homeschooling, Distance Learning, and Traditional School
- Working From Home
- Social Distancing
- Family Matters including Pets During Lockdown
- Who Was that Masked Man/Woman?
- The Reopening
- Vying for Vaccines
- Random Words of Wisdom
- A Special 2020 Side Show: The Murder Hornets
- The Importance of Being Meme
The year 2020 was rough. As I write this (mid-April 2021), more than 560,000 Americans have died, with more than three million deaths worldwide. But the memes kept on coming as well, to remind us that we are resilient, and one very public piece of evidence for this resiliency is how our sense of humor plays out.
With lockdowns around the world, audiences have not been able to attend stand-up comedy performances. But meme-writers have rushed in to fill the gap, offering up the topical observational humor formerly the realm of stand-ups. Memes offer a comedic outlet available to all. You don’t have to memorize a 500-punchline hour-long set to get a laugh. You don’t have to be a naturally talented speaker. You don’t even have to write that much—one good one-liner is fine for meme audiences. You don’t have to remember a great joke you heard—thanks to email and social media, you just hit POST, FORWARD or SEND and get credit for the shared glory of the humor. So if there’s just one good thing to come out of the pandemic, it could be the ascendancy of the meme. They predated 2020 by roughly a decade, but they became our comedic currency in 2020.
I’ve used only unsigned/unattributed memes to avoid potential copyright infringement. I’ve also avoided sketch- and photo-dependent memes to keep the price of this book down for you! I’ve also not used the hundreds of 2020 election-specific memes—no need to irritate potential buyers of this book!
A big thank you goes to Virginia Riley, Bonnie Evans, Carol Pierskalla, Diane Tryon, Sue Jones, Greg Barry, Ruth Van Alstine, and Carol Benson, ace writers/discoverers/posters of memes, limericks, and haikus.
January 2020: This is my year! Gonna make all the things happen! May 2020: hiding under bed from global pandemic, murder hornets, the presidential election, no toilet paper, growing a Wyatt Earp mustache
January 2020: Resolves to improve my fitness, invest more, and move up in my career. December 2020: Has a favorite face mask. Gets excited finding Lysol wipes in the store. Congratulates myself for putting on pants.
Kinda feeling like the Earth just sent us all to our rooms to think about what we’ve done.
Anti-vaxxers currently getting a demo of a vaccine-free world.
People are making apocalypse jokes like there’s no tomorrow.
Well, it’s Day 272 of 15 days to flatten the curve.
If you think artists are useless, try to spend your quarantine without music, books, poems, movies, paintings, and games.
We are not all in the same boat. We are in the same storm. Some have yachts, some canoes, and some are drowning. Just be kind and help whomever you can.
This is the longest game of cooties I have ever played in my life! Where’s base at? I don’t wanna play no more.
Goodnight moon. Goodnight zoom. Goodnight sense of impending doom.
Due to the massive increase in deliveries, FedEx and UPS have joined forces and are now Fed-Up.
I can’t believe it’s almost September. Literally feels like it was March just 16 years ago.
Sometimes I wonder if all of this is happening because I didn’t forward that message to 10 other people.
So I got pulled over in the HOV lane and when the cop asked where’s my passenger, I told him due to social distancing he was in the car behind me.
Biggest lesson: Don’t ever think it can’t happen to you.
Time Person of the Year: Mayhem. Making 2020 his best year ever.
I feel like every day is the Kobayashi Maru and I am not James T. Kirk.
Welcome to the final quarter of 2020. May the odds be ever in your favor.
Because of Covid for the first time since 1945 the National Spelling Bee has been cancil… cancul… cansel… It’s been called off. (Spellcheck fought me tooth and nail on this entry!)
News flash! Sticking your tongue on an outdoor bug zapper lamp will cure the virus. Yep, I read it on the Internet.
Don we now our plague apparel.
In the 1980s I was riding my bike and fell off and hurt my knee. I’m telling you this now because we didn’t have social media then.
Wave 1: I’m going to make sourdough bread and learn to play piano. Wave 2: Every day that I shower and wear pants is a personal victory.
We are now officially in the fourth quarter of 2020. Man, I hope we are playing the Falcons.
We are basically all peasants again. Bake bread. Avoid plague. Revolt against tyranny.
Just slung my bra off and threw it to the other side of the couch where there are already 2 other bras. If my math is right, it’s Wednesday.
I keep thinking I wouldn’t mind the cooler weather to kick in but I don’t want to get too enthusiastic about it because I am 100% sure this is the year we will get flammable snow.
Decades I have been alive in:
• Early 2020
• March-May 2020
• June-July 2020
• August-September 2020
• October 1, 2020
• October 2, 2020
Quarantine has given me a lot of time to slow down and reflect, which is awful.
Someone asked me if I had plans for the fall. It took me a moment to realize they meant “autumn” and not the collapse of civilization.
I’ve had my name mispronounced so many times that I’m not even sure if I’ve been saying it correctly.
People who ask me what I’m doing tomorrow probably assume I even know what day of the week it is.
“After this is all over” was a fun sentence to say back in April.
I showed my Facebook page to my psychiatrist and she wants to talk to all of you.
Spring got the South playing the game “Plague or Pollen”… good luck, y’all. #explainyoursneeze
I apologize for the coin shortage. I started a swear jar.
I’m proud to announce that I have completed the 1st item on my bucket list. I have the bucket.
I have washed my hands so much I’ve uncovered a nightclub stamp from 25 years ago.
Chuck Norris drinks coronavirus for breakfast.
This year feels like a test that none of us studied for.
So a burglar broke into the house… I put the red dot on his chest and the cat did the rest.
I am not an early bird or a night owl. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon.
I’m tired of people complaining about $7 beers, $10 parking and a $20 cover charge. Don’t like the prices, stop coming to my house.
What’s something you started doing during quarantine but want to continue doing after it’s over? Asking people to mute themselves.
At least once a day I walk outside and say, “Computer, end program”, just in case.
Reminder: WalMart will be closed on Christmas Day so that both cashiers can be with their families.
Posted a photo of my clean house and it was flagged and removed as “fake news”.
Since we’re all going to die, if anyone is secretly in love with me, now is the time to speak up.
I asked my doctor today how long he thinks this COVID thing will last. He responded with, “How should I know? I’m a doctor, not a politician.”
The air is so full of sanitizer that I’m not even getting dirty thoughts these days.
Also kind of cool that it is now polite to ring someone’s door bell and then run away.
I wish Mad Magazine was still around. What a great year for satire.
At this point, I wouldn’t even be surprised if the dinosaurs returned.
At this point I would feel safer if Coronavirus held a press conference telling us how it’s going to save us from the Government.
Anyone else say “Shields up, Captain” when putting on a mask?
We’re living in two Stephen King novels right now: The Dead Zone and The Stand. If clowns show up, I’m done. I’m just done.
I’m starting to miss the good old days when we were all gonna die from climate change.
Since those beauty salons have closed selfies dropped like the stock market.
I’m not adding this year to my age. I didn’t use it.
Some days I amaze myself. Other days I look for my phone while I’m talking on it.
Christmas is now gonna be mid-January, due to Santa having to quarantine for 14 days when he arrives in the country.
Can’t afford Xmas this year? Just tell your kids Santa is being quarantined at the North Pole.
I need to stay 6 feet away from my debit card. That’s really what I need to do.
It took over 70 days of quarantine but we finally got that roll of Christmas wrapping paper from behind the bedroom door put away.
Quarantine Day 158: I’ve moved on to crocheting car cozies.
It started as a virus but mutated into an IQ test.
I may not have caught the virus but I’ve managed to catch a few pounds, some anxiety and a taste for social distancing.
My only current hobby and passion is tracking packages.
I Googled my symptoms. Turns out I just need my hair done.
OK, COVID, wrap it up.
I put my symptoms on WebMD and it turns out… I just need to be on a beach with a glass of wine.
June’s fighter has entered the ring: CDC warns of aggressive cannibal rats facing shortage of garbage to eat.
I used to wonder what it would be like to read other people’s minds. Then I got a Facebook account, and now I’m over it.
Shuffling around your kitchen with Clorox Wipes under your shoes fully counts as mopping. Pass it on.
I gotta be honest: those people from Doomsday Preppers don’t really seem that crazy anymore.
Physically, I’m a day away from July. Emotionally, I’m still processing March.
Words I never want to hear again:
• Social distancing
• Essential worker
• Second wave
• Frontline worker
• Flatten the curve
• Stay home, save a life
• Safer at home
• Dr. Fauci
• Bill Gates
• The science
• We’re all in this together