Public Service Announcement

I often feel very much alone in my concerns regarding the coming Zombie Apocalypse.  Think I am exaggerating?  Just go out and mention the possibility of the dead strolling down Main Street or ask how everyone's Zombie Invasion Preparedness Plan is coming along.  See how that goes for you.

You will soon find yourself alone.  At least until the nice lady from Social Services comes to check on you.  Then you will be too busy helping her to fill out that Mental Status Checklist to really be all that concerned about where the zombies are at the moment.

I worry about zombies.  They scare me.  I also find them to be intrusive and unwilling to acknowledge the importance of personal space.

Hence, you can only imagine the degree to which my little heart soared upon receiving all your emails about the recent situation in Texas.  To know that you took time out of your busy days to not only watch and learn, but to make sure that I was aware of this development made me feel both validated and loved.  I'm sure that everyone has already taken the time to review the facts in this case, but there are always one or two who are very busy right now or who just can't be bothered.  If you fall into either category, I am helpfully offering you a chance to get with the program.

Rabbitch was the first to alert me to this situation and this is the link she included in her timely email.  I thank each of you who also contributed to my ability to analyze the matter.

 I am of the opinion that the resourceful hackers involved in this incident were really just running a drill and, as such, should be honored for their forward thinking.  However, I still can't help but sense that there is a bit of lightheartedness on the part of the general public.  "Oh, what a delightful joke!" seems to be the consensus.  

It is that kind of thinking that is going to put us on the menu come the End Of Days.  I need you guys to be better than that.  I need you in top form.  Sure, this time it was a drill.  (Or a "false alarm" for those of you who insist on being rational in the face of construction signs trying to be helpful.)  But next time...who knows?  

All I'm saying is this:  when the sign says to run, you should run.  Complacency is as much the enemy as the zombies.  It is the appetizer.  You are the main course.  And when I say, "you," I do mean you.  I will be in my underground bunker with my stockpile of rations.  It is also highly likely that I will have forgotten the can opener so I guess I'll see you out there at some point.  But not until I've worked through my supply of individually wrapped snack cakes.  Which should take about a week...

Until then, I suppose I should just keep knitting.  One can't live one's entire life looking ahead to the grimness of the future.  The whole purpose of a plan is to feel safe enough to not worry about it all, right?  The "dishcloth" (with sleeves) moves forward at a sluggish pace but without further drama.  I have decided to ignore the weird and oddly-resistant-to-closing hole from yesterday.  I'll stitch it up later and pretend that I am merely reinforcing the fabric.  That should work nicely.  It also allows me to keep knitting and not have to rip back again.  I'm a fan of the not ripping back right now.

And, if it doesn't work out, I can bring the dishcloth (with sleeves) with me when I head to the bunker.  It's not like anyone is going to see me or my poorly knit garment until it is time to go get a new can opener.

And, at that point, will you really care about well knit dishcloths?

SA