 ewwww
posted by Christopher on 11.27.2003 - 7:01 pm
this is by far the most disgusting thing i've ever drawn...
:)
i'm particularly happy w/ the trash cans.
work has been an absolute killer the last month. i can't remember ever working so hard for so long - we're talking every day, night, and weekend... today (thanksgiving) is my one day off, and i was only able to muster the energy to finish this strip off. i love the job and the people i work with, but if this starts happening a lot, i'm going to demand an employee and a raise... this strip probably wouldn't make it very far with a dead artist.
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 The perils of 'Herd Immunity'
posted by Dante on 12.8.2003 - 11:07 am
The concept here is simple. If a large enough percentage of a population is vaccinated or otherwise immune, then the chances of an infected individual coming into contact with a susceptible one is significantly reduced. The belief is that not everyone on a group needs to be vaccinated, only a large enough percentage that it prevents the disease from spreading through the herd. Well, an informal study on herd immunity that I have been conducting this winter suggests that the human population hasn't reached an adequate level of immunization. I have found myself the unlucky bearer of this year's flu. Patient number? unknown. Transmission vector? unknown.
Who gave the gift of flu this holiday season? Who can thank me for my inadvertent generousity over the previous 5 days? These questions may be answered. The question of where I got the flu sparks much hatred and ill will. The only thing tempering that hatred is the knowledge that I will almost assuredly pass the flu along before I am finished. Any evils I wish on the source could just as easily be brought to bear on me by my victims as well.
I am among the walking dead today. I have come to work, brimming with infection. My viral titers are sinfully high. Each cough and every sneeze carries a payload of unquestionable severity. Any handshake or incidental contact brings with it the almost inescapable certainty of contamination. Like a modern day Typhoid Mary I wander the halls - masquerading as 'healthy' - I offer up my coworkers. Perhaps the gods of infection will look favorably on my sacrifice and spare me further torment.
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