My BFF saw Frankenstein for the first time tonight, with her daughter. They LOVED it. We talked for two hours after.

And now bed.

Amen, Sara. A-to the fucking-men.

And blaming Obama. Because it's all a grand conspiracy.

JFC, I am so over this fucking nation freaking the fuck out over Ebola.

Oh my god SERIOUSLY. You know who's gotten it so far (transmission within the US, I mean, not people who have returned from African countries like Thomas Duncan or the cameraman whose name I can't remember)? Healthcare professionals. JUST healthcare professionals. [EDIT. I am *so* aware that this is the point where someone with more up-to-date knowledge of me will come in and post to prove me wrong, for lo, Buffistas have all of the knowledge and wield it like a mighty sword.] The fact that Thomas Duncan's own girlfriend, whom one presumes had fairly close/intimate contact with him, didn't develop symptoms, is really telling.

Healthcare workers get it because they had to deal with Thomas Duncan when he was super-duper most contagious, in the last stages of the illness. His partner didn't.

(None of that is to make light of the healthcare workers contracting it; after all, it's still freaking Ebola. But if I hear one more person flipping their shit about how "They SAY it isn't airborne, BUT WHAT ABOUT A SNEEZE OH MAH GAWDDDDDDDD!!!", I will lose my mind. No one in the last stages of Ebola is going to be walking around the Food Lion bleeding from many, many parts that shouldn't be bleeding, and sneezing in people's eyeballs. They're JUST NOT.)

All the Ebola panic really took away from a more crucial local headline last week, which was "Boa Constrictor Escapes From Home." NOPE. Nope nope nope. (He has since been found and reunited with his owner. But he probably picked up Ebola on the way.)

(I realize that me getting squished by a renegade boa constrictor is even less likely than me getting Ebola [from a horrifically sick patient who is bleeding out the eyeballs but yet allowed to go to the grocery store], but still -- that's a big fucking snake. HELL NO, SON.)

Sigh. I finally googled up some images of Harley Quinn, I guess I forgot that her costume is half red. Oops.

I think we all know the next Syfy original: Ebola Constrictor

My next door neighbor might soon be hitting up Ebola hot zones for work ( she's CRS, not medicine, but the one who would be coordinating your burst appendix or Ebola or malaria evac?) I promised her I'd not shun her, we'd still do drinks and I'd do her shopping if she managed to make it to her house but be shunned by the state. But no tongue kissing. I think we're both good with that.

I think we all know the next Syfy original: Ebola Constrictor

I'd watch it.

But no tongue kissing. I think we're both good with that.

Don't let her sneeze blood directly into your eyeball, either. Just to be on the safe side.

Plus, even in a non-Ebloa-infected person, that would just be gross.

As someone on tumblr said, all US cases of Ebola happened to people trying to help. So Republican governors have nothing to worry about.

You know who needs to freak out? Those without access to clean IV fluids, regular electricity, good diagnostics.

RUNNING WATER. The first thing the UN (?) informational poster for distribution in West Africa says is "Wash your hands with soap and water!" Well, sure, that's a great idea, but if you're carrying in all of your water, how much are you going to use for handwashing? And what if you have no soap and no money? Oy.

Oh, here's the other great point I heard at work yesterday: These "traditional burial practices" you hear about? Washing and clothing the body, bringing the community together to say good bye, public burial -- JUST LIKE HERE.

Well, one of the positions I recently interviewed for just reposted the position on a job board, which strikes me as a less than promising sign.