Swine Fever

I read The Stand and I read Earth Abides. I enjoyed the latter many times (the King book was fine in the small but the larger story was crap). I've had my share of childish fantasies of everyone just GOING AWAY, leaving a hardy few to frolic amongst the ruins. Here's my secret: Thought of a deadly pandemic sweeping the world still gives me a thrill. That's because it's so far away, of course (never mind three cases at a middle school a few miles from my house). If my frolicking had to be more like for these two I'd have different feelings about it.

Maybe.

Anyway, I'm doing nothing different. But IMC has launched some sort of Pandemic Leadership Team (PLT) to coordinate the panic and today the Russian work crew put these up all over the place. (Is it just here that Russians have pushed Hispanics and Southeast Asians out of the lucrative secured-facility labor market?)


Never fails to amuse me how whenever anything unusual happens, the Type As who dominate this place immediately coalesce into task forces and tiger teams and apply acronyms and publish powerpoint plans and take the reigns and make no mistake that someone has it covered. All right, so when I see an underbanked curve I think how cool the car crashes must be before I think someone oughta fix that. Just the sort of passive way I am, I guess. I'll wash my hands when it's time for dinner.