The Weakest of Arguments

 I heard an interesting thought experiment over the weekend.

"I am an adult with an automobile. I have a current operator's license with no demerits. The vehicle is paid for and I have the requisite amount of liability insurance. 

"If I should cause an accident with my vehicle, the damages would be paid for up to a certain threshold, and I could be held liable for any uncovered damages if I am determined to be at fault.

"Being an adult, it is completely legal for me to both purchase and consume alcohol in appropriate settings.

"So my two questions are, first, why am I not able to drink to excess and then drive my vehicle? I haven't caused anyone any harm yet, and I may not at all. If I speed or drive outside my lane, there are plenty of other laws that I can be punished with.

"Secondly, how am I different from a person who refuses to get vaccinated against Covid because they don't want to?"

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Vaccinations and vaccination mandates are obviously complicated topics. 

It is unfair to consider the 20 per cent or so of unvaccinated Albertans as a monolith, all of whom fear conspiratorial agendas, experimental vaccines or government subjugation.

There are legitimate problems with access for many people, as described in this Edmonton Journal opinion piece. This is something that I hoped might be mitigated by the government's $100 gift card incentive. This deluge of "Kenney bucks" saw only the smallest uptick in vaccinations though - the vaccine passport mandate - sorry, "restrictions exemption program" - saw a threefold increase in the reluctant or uncertain getting their jabs.

As the Journal editorial says, "vaccine misinformation is rampant, particularly in pockets of Alberta. People who are not fundamentally opposed to the vaccine are frightened, uncertain about who to trust, and overwhelmed by relentless peer messaging."

But beyond this are a group of people who seem hell-bent on not doing anything their government or a vast, vast majority of health professionals are recommending to stop a pandemic that has killed over 2600 people in Alberta.

Our ICUs are nearly at capacity, surgeries and other medical procedures are being cancelled or postponed, and health care workers are very close to burning out...and there are still those who feel we should let Covid run its course, or are willing to let everyone else get the vaccine in order that we can achieve herd immunity as a society.

Will Rogers used to say, "the freedom for you to swing your fist ends where my nose begins," but there are still those who seem to value their freedom and convenience more than the safety of those they interact with. Or even themselves - the current coterie of arguments bear more than a passing familiarity to those heard when seatbelt legislation was passed in the 1970s. 

And to be clear: I am not talking about people who cannot be vaccinated or have been advised not to be because of their particular medical or health situation or people who for whatever reason are unable o get their vaccination.

But those people holding anti-vaxx protests in front of hospitals, who claim the vaccines are "experimental" (with full approval now in most jurisdictions and nearly 3.5 billion vaccinated) or that the entire "pandemic" is a means of inuring the masses to government control (wow, that is some unprecedented cooperation among world governments, some of whom are not on the best of terms these days!), these ignoramuses helping to clog our hospitals and further cripple our economy...

... how are these misguided individuals doing anything except arguing for their right to drive drunk?

Strangest of Easters

Easter has always been a bit of a weird holiday, hasn't it? I mean, despite being linked to the Hebrew calendar and the Jewish festival of Passover (which is why it hops around the calendar so much), it also overlaps heavily with and borrows imagery from many European Pagan springtime and fertility festivals. Even the name Easter is derived from the Old English name for the Goddess of Spring, Eostre. But this year, everything is made that much weirder due to countermeasures and physical distancing.

Thursday evening I got the shopping done while wearing an N95 mask and latex gloves, a first for me. Perhaps even more surprising than perusing the helpfully-marked one-way aisles in Safeway while thus attired was the fact that the majority of the other dozen or so shoppers were similarly garbed, most with homemade cloth masks. I had planned to rid myself of the mask and gloves upon leaving the store, but they had sold out of ham so I left them on and had to roll the windows down while driving to another store in order to prevent my glasses from fogging up.

Friday, we went to our church's website to find the online version of the bulletin for our Good Friday service.  Embedded within the document were links to YouTube videos created by our minister which contained his children's time story, his sermon, and performances of hymns. It was awkward and stilted for us in places, but the four of us really appreciated the chance to worship "together" even separated from the rest of our community by time and space. We all had a copy of the bulletin which the others read on their phones, while I used my iPad and our ChromeCast to put the videos up on the basement television. Watching your minister expound on the similarities between the deaths caused by COVID-19 and the eventual asphyxiation of Jesus on the cross was one thing, but seeing him do it while I was seated comfortably in a recliner with the footrest up made it almost surreal!

That afternoon, we watched Jesus Christ Superstar, which is a bit of an on/off Easter tradition for our household. With our throats primed from hymns and the subtitles turned on though, it became the most interactive sing-along version ever. In fact, following Ted Neely's wailing crescendo in "Gethsemane," Fenya said, "oh, man, I'm sweatin' now."

Before going to bed, Audrey opened up a package that had arrived in the mail earlier that day and called us all to watch. Thinking the package contained leggings or some such, I was slow in joining them, but was delighted to discover it was a selection of t-shirts for each of us from our good friend Jim, now living in Illinois!

Apparently, he had seen the one he gave me online and was compelled to get it for me due to its applicability, which many of my "friends" have seen fit to verify.

Then he was reluctant to leave anyone else out, especially after finding a Viking-theme one for Glory, whom he affectionately refers to as "Valkryie" or occasionally "shield-maiden." It is a pretty metal-looking shirt, I have to say, even more so when you see the words printed on the reverse:

The wording on the back of Fenya's shirt is no slouch in the "whoa" department for a casual garment, and the graphics on the front are brilliantly executed.

We called Jim the next day to express our appreciation, and all he asked for in return was a photo of Glory looking appropriately nonplussed, which she obliged us with:

Now, I guess I need to get Disney+ so we can watch The Mandalorian and Audrey can get a better sense of why kids in her classroom will love her shirt the most...eventually.

Not the most seasonal of vestments perhaps, but a joy nonetheless!

The line for curbside pickup at MFG last week.

Rather than painting Easter eggs, the ladies spent part of Friday (and some of Saturday, and even a little of Sunday) painting miniatures instead. I had taken advantage of the curbside service offered by Mission Fun & Games to get them some appropriate figurines for our now ongoing D&D campaign. I think they turned out wonderfully, especially considering that Fenya had only painted one miniature prior to this, and was the more experienced of my two daughters.

Saturday afternoon we cleared the table for a game of Settlers of Catan that Fenya won handily. In the evening, we ordered takeout from Padmanadi's. Fenya's boyfriend Bobby did the same so that he and Fenya could have a virtual date that evening while Audrey, Glory and I puttered about in the basement colouring and reading while watching Army of Darkness and old episodes of Muppets Tonight. I guess that's maybe not so weird except for the inclination the three of us non-daters had to do nothing, but to do it together.

Sunday was the weirdest though. I'd had a terrible night's sleep and an unsettling dream just prior to waking. 

In the dream, my mother was turning around an enormous motorhome in a campground with little margin for error. Pulling up next to me, she came to a stop so I could board, but opening the back door I saw something that looked more like the back seats of our Ford Flex, not an RV, and there were other people there already. I said aloud that I was going to put my sack lunch (I have no idea) into the back because there was no room upfront. Going around to the starboard side fo the enormous rig, I opened the preferred door, but it was only a washroom (and it was by no means filthy, but dirtier by far than any facilities associated with my late mother!).  I closed the door and the motorhome pulled forward a few inches before stopping again. This was a not uncommon prank for either of my parents to play, so I walked a few steps to open the next door, but before I could grab the handle, the motorhome pulled forward yet again. I raised my voice, telling my mother to stop, that I was not on board, but the motorhome pulled further away, picking up speed until it was on the road. 

Looking away, I somehow knew, in that strange omniscience afforded by some dreams, that the RV was now a jumbo jet, climbing to its cruising altitude and heading east. For reasons I cannot explain, I also knew the jet was bound for Ottawa or another large city in Ontario. I found myself on a bus, seated across from a long-haired man. I looked around to try and get my bearings, and heard my sister's voice, and turned to see her where the long-haired man had been. She said something I cannot remember, which I think was meant to reassure me, but when I awoke, I still felt myself troubled by feelings of abandonment and loss, perhaps unsurprisingly.

Tired in a multiplicity of ways, I joined my family in the basement for the virtual Easter service. When it was finished, I asked if I could leave the preparation of the Easter meal to the others. I should mention that this has never happened before - whenever there has been a holiday meal in our house, I have been involved in making it, usually taking care of whatever is being roasted, while Audrey sorts out the side dishes or the gravy. But on this weirdest of Easters, I had no gumption left for preparing a large meal.

Thankfully Audrey was completely understanding. "You've done plenty of big meals on your own, and the girls can help me," she said. And so it came to pass that, for perhaps the first time in a quarter-century, a feast was being prepared for a holiday and I was not involved with it!

I was unable to get the nap I had hoped for, but got a good video chat in and some gaming research done as well. By suppertime, Audrey had baked and glazed the ham I had managed to find on Thursday (third last one in the store!), Glory had seasoned and roasted a bundle of asparagus, and Fenya had sorted out both mashed potatoes and yams. It was a lovely meal, and I have never been happier to do the cleanup all by myself.

The weirdest element of all was not having more people around the table, friends and family, but Tara and Jerry's plans to join us had been scuttled by the border closure weeks earlier - perhaps that was part of the reason for my dream. But despite the lack of company, we had a lovely Easter dinner.

Masked shopping, virtual church services, remote date-nights, and strange dreams - this Easter was truly one for the books. Like Glory's birthday last weekend, it is likely to imprint itself upon our memories for years to come. Still, amidst so much consternation, it is reassuring to know we can count on each other, and after nearly a month of isolation, we still appreciate each other's company. Some blessings are a joy to count, whatever the season.

Surviving Your 18th Birthday at Home, With Your Family

Of all of us in this household, COVID-19 prevention measures have probably had their greatest impact on Glory.

Schooling from home seems to have caught many educators flat-footed. Diploma exams have been cancelled for this year, and since delivering tests remotely is kind of a non-starter, it is presumed that her remaining marks will be based solely on assignments. In one of her classes, she had only received one mark prior to isolating at home, and her first assignment was fairly "fluffy" by pretty much any measure. She needs good marks if she wants to get into nursing, a very competitive program, and has been exerting very decent discipline while studying at home.

But being at home has also meant trying to do her dance classes over Zoom and may have also jeopardized her plans to spend part of her gap year working in Churchill, as Fenya did. And meanwhile, there is a very real possibility that this year's graduation ceremonies will be cancelled or postponed, a very major milestone that might happen later or not at all.

And speaking of milestones - she just turned 18 years old on Friday.

She's been a champ, honestly, far better than I would have been under the same circumstances, but her celebration planning has gone from a night out with friends, to a party at the house, to a cocktail gathering of less than a half-dozen to... the four of us, at home.

I am happy to report that a good time was had by all!

Changing out of the pyjamas, sweats and hoodies that have characterized our wardrobes in isolation, we dressed in clothes befitting a casual, but significant, night out. Glory picked out a tropical shirt for me, and made sure her hair and makeup were sorted out before dinner. Choosing the meal on your birthday is a tradition I am sure we share with many households, and Glory's request was for "Pub Grub." Audrey made sure that we had chicken wings, mozza sticks and a veggie tray on hand for dinner, and her first highball of drinking age.

After dinner, she opened her gifts - a pair of sunglasses, a lovely blanket depicting a pair of dance shoes, a huge bag of candy that her best friend delivered to our step that afternoon, along with a six-foot hug. And other gifts, of greater or lesser appropriateness.

After the gifts, we made our way downstairs for games and cake. We got in a couple of games of Drinking Jenga and then Glory taught the rest of us how to play beer pong, a divertimento she had learned at a birthday party of her cousin's.

As part of her gift, Fenya had baked a decorated a simple yet beautiful cake that we adorned with a sparkler. and sang "Happy Birthday" as it sizzled away.

Following the cake, we lured Glory outside. Audrey had dropped a note in our neighbours' mailboxes earlier in the week, asking if they could turn on their Christmas lights Friday night, in order to “brighten Glory's day." Delightfully, they did, as documented in this blurry phone video.

Singing, drinking, laughter, and even some dancing rounded out the evening, which our beloved offspring took into the wee hours.

The next morning, we extended the festivities by packing a light lunch and some snacks into the Flex, and hitting the open road. Our destination: the mountains!

Once out of the city, the highways were sparsely attended, and we nearly had them to ourselves once we left the Yellowhead. We stopped for a bathroom break just south of Lodgepole, and refuelled at Nordegg. 

The previous night's revelries had taken their toll on all of us, especially Audrey and Glory in the back seat, but we proceeded on nonetheless.

Unsure if the non-commercial Icefields Parkway would even be accessible, we were delighted to find the gates open and highway 93 almost devoid of moving vehicles. We saw a few parked at some of the hiking trailheads, however. After several unsuccessful attempts, we also found an open outhouse, much to our collective relief.

We stopped several times to stretch our legs, take pictures, and draw deep lungfuls of crisp mountain air. Most of all though, we enjoyed being out of the house, and together.

It made for a long but lovely day, prolonged by our stopping to watch a pair of coyotes stroll across a frozen lake as we approached the park gates.

It was by no means the 18th birthday that Glory had hoped for, but given the constraints of our current situation, I can't help but feel it went unreasonably well.

What a privilege to live in proximity to such wonders, and with people of such an accommodating nature!

Dungeons & Distancing

How did we do so much when we were younger? Sure, we have more responsibilities now, but it's not like we had none at all back then, is it? And yet, it feels like we always had time for our friends, or to dive in and learn things, or have new experiences.

Nowadays setting up a gaming night for a group of six people has to be done a month in advance. Spontaneity seems to be the casualty of an over-programmed existence in many ways, and it feels like the days of saying, "Hey, did the two of you want to come over tomorrow and play some Battletech?" are well behind most of us now.

Thankfully, my family and friends are all firm believers in the power of connection, and we do our best to share activities as best we can. And it turns out there is nothing like a global pandemic and massive societal pressure to reduce physical interaction to force you to explore new ways of doing things.

After having seen numerous articles explaining how it is possible to gather a group of distant players around a virtual tabletop, the local lads and I took our first real crack at online Dungeons & Dragons last night on Roll20.net. We gathered together during the week in order to figure out the platform and roll up characters.

Roll20 presents wannabe Dungeon Masters and players with a means to view the same map in a web browser, access character sheets, and roll dice together - really, everything you need in order to play a roleplaying game like D&D. They also support a number of other games (Call of Cthulhu, GURPS, Pathfinder, etc.) and have officially licensed material you can download. This is critical, because creating a good-looking adventure on screen requires a degree of time and preparation that I simply do not have anymore.

The platform also provides numerous opportunities for automation, for example, automatically adding modifiers to dice rolls. In truth though, a lot of these processes seemed kind of buggy, and the six of us found it far better to play it a bit more old-fashioned, scanning the virtual character sheets for skill checks, ability modifiers and racial or class features. This had the added benefit of teaching us a bit more about this fifth edition of D&D, something none of us had actually played before.

We also abandoned the in-game video chat, since we were unable to get it working to a point where all players could hear each other. We ended up using Google Hangouts instead, some on their desktops, while I ran mine from my iPad next to the computer monitor. Being able to see and hear your friends added a little to gameplay, but did remarkable things for my soul.

"The books are guarded by a small, white beast with 11 teeth..."

Prior to playing online, I figured that having the third core rulebook, the Dungeon Master's Guide, would be a good idea if I was going to be running a virtual campaign, no matter how simple I intended to keep it. I put an order in for the DMG at Mission Fun and Games in St. Albert last weekend, to minimize the time spent in the store for the sake of physical distancing, but also thought, well, hell, I have almost everything I need to play a full game in person too - might as well grab a DM's screen while I'm out and about, right?

When I told the girls what I was heading out to pick up, I half-jokingly asked if they might be interested in playing D&D together since we are all trapped at home together anyhow. Fenya had played a little bit with me over a decade ago and relished the idea, and Glory was interested in giving it a try. Audrey agreed to join us, and on Friday night, the four of us sat down and played our first-ever RPG as a family.

The family that slays together, stays together

D&D Beyond had official "5e" character sheets and I purchased a short module online called "Tower of the Mad Mage" from the Dungeon Master's Guild. Now, Audrey's Dragonborn Barbarian, Fenya's Halfling Druid and Glory's Tiefling Rogue are slowly making their way through a goblin-infested tower, aided by an outcast member of the tribe who knows where the rest are keeping a stash of dragon gold. We are probably a third of the way through now, they've already leveled up once, and are having a great time.

I played online again this afternoon, this time with Rob in Ottawa and Island Mike on Vancouver Island - three old friends in three different time zones, gathered around a digital "tabletop," rolling simulated dice and slaying imaginary monsters. Figuring out the interface, slowly grasping new rules, and cracking jokes - it was glorious.

"Lessee here, three, plus my proficiency bonus, plus my dexter- nope, it's still crap, sorry."

If anyone at work asks me what I've been up to since Friday, it will be a little weird to tell them that I  played more Dungeons & Dragons in one weekend than I have since I was 17 years old - 18 hours, all together - but I couldn't be happier.

It feels like old times, in the best possible way.

"I swing my axe at it - does a 15 hit?"

Working and Lurking (But Not Shirking) From Home

Just over a week ago, I watched Contagion with my girls. Today, both the city and province are under a state of emergency, my eldest and I are both working from home, and my youngest is not only looking at celebrating her 18th birthday without her friends in two weeks, but the possibility of her school not having any graduation ceremonies this year. Our church has discontinued services until further notice, and we are settling in for at least 6-10 weeks of this being "the new normal."

I want to stress: it could be worse. We are not ill, and don't know anyone yet who is (although I expect that to change). The four of us here get along pretty well, and even our modest hovel has enough corners for each of us to find one for ourselves when needed. But it is such a weird time, I feel compelled to describe our current state in order to better recall it later.

Fenya's job with the ombud's office sometimes requires her to participate in video meetings from home, so she has suspended a spare bedsheet from her ceiling with pushtacks and it has done an admirable job of sheltering her childhood room from outside eyes thus far. She will periodically come out to tell people in the kitchen that she is "meeting" a client and request for us to keep the volume down, but that's been about the extent of any home/work overlaps or incursions.

There's no real work from home options for Audrey, but she had spring break coming up anyhow. Getting a few more games and movies in with everyone stuck at home is sounding quite ducky to her, actually. And even Glory is applying grim humour to her situation saying "if we don't have a ceremony, I'm gonna wear my grad dress to Safeway and pick up toilet paper." This may end up being her grad quote, actually.

In order to access my work telephony system, I had to bring home my desktop PC, two monitors, and my mouse and keyboard, as well as two headsets. The offices are all locked up now except for some infrastructure people and a small crew in the mailroom, so it made more sense to have stuff on hand rather than not to. The corner with my home PC is a little crowded now, with my work setup preached on a tv tray right next to me, but it is a simple matter to push back my monitor, bring one over, remove my wireless keyboard and mouse and then set up my work versions.

Accessing some of the games in the corner might be a little challenging, but on the plus side, my headset cord is long enough to reach the recliner next to the desk. This is probably the most comfortable I have ever been while watching a training video.

Still, calling my situation "work from home" is a bit of a misnomer, since the training I need to do the work that my current area (the Member Services Centre) was scheduled to start the day after they announced the building was shutting down. Still, I have enough material to keep me busy until they sort out some way of training us redeployed folk up, including video courses, some assisting with edits on template responses, and going through my previous reference binder ("The Big Book of Stuff, Vol. 1") and sifting the contents for useful nuggets of info.

Socially, we have really tightened things up around here, and haven't had a visitor in over a week. Trips outside are becoming less frequent, although I popped out to the gaming store yesterday for some reference materials before non-essential stores become too hard to access, and to also pick up some groceries.

The grocery stores themselves feel surreal, with fewer shoppers but empty shelves nonetheless due to frantic people stocking up. It was a little eerie when I was there earlier in the week, actually.

And sure, I overstock too - but never frantically!

We have plenty of food, but we need to discipline ourselves not to dash out to the shop every time we discover we are short on some non-essential. It's getting better, and we are exercising social distancing on those occasions when we do venture out.

Between the rumour that liquor stores might be closing, and the possibility of meeting my friends online for some sort of virtual tabletop experience, last week saw my household procure 8.39L of spirits and liqueurs (I gave up beer for Lent, in case you were wondering).and 900+ pages of nerdy rulebooks and accessories (D&D5e and Call of Cthulhu, ICYWW).

This weekend, the family and I found the final island in our game of Seafall, got caught up on some episodes of Picard, cooked a chicken in the Instant Pot (and made soup with the leftovers), and today the girls and I had an immensely successful game of Pandemic. I mean, look at that board: two diseases sunsetted, are you kidding me?

Next up is learning how to use the Roll20 online platform to keep a bunch of us in touch while we stay out of reach. Maintaining those connections is tough when everyone is so busy, but this feels like a great time to reinforce them in another way. Honestly, the game is almost secondary to the chat and general b.s.ing going on around the table, so as long as the virtual tabletop supports that, we will be in good shape I think.

A former colleague forwarded this piece about the importance of reaching out while we withdraw inward:

SOCIAL DISTANCING - SPACIOUS CONNECTION?

How can we play with the space between us in a way that enhances our connection while keeping our bodies safe?

How can we respond to the need of the present situation of the coronavirus pandemic without denying its seriousness and yet without undermining our need for connection? Especially now.

The virus is a global concern and is invisible - we cannot see the virus, every one of us can be an asymptomatic carrier - so we cannot place the responsibility outside of ourselves. Maybe this challenge gives us an opportunity to see ourselves as one body within which we are asked to create together new spaces to keep our bodies and our larger body safe. One of the faces of this is ‘social distancing’ which could be better named ‘spacious connection’ - seen as an act of generosity extending the caring space between us, rather than growing distance from each other out of fear. In spacious connection boundaries are clear and yet the space itself can be experienced as connecting us rather than dividing us. In the unbroken space between us we can hold our heart-ache about the loss of physical proximity and other losses that coronavirus brings to us. And we can be informed by the felt sense of deep care for life and each other - our tenderness towards our bodies and every-body. This space when consciously experienced is filled with the warmth of our indivisible connection. A necessary medicine to keep our immune system, including our social immune system, resilient.

The simple act of washing hands and keeping distance in solidarity with older and vulnerable people in community can be seen as an act of love.

Every smile, wave, every warm hello, every loving note and thought sent to each other - a saving grace. A prayer. A blessing.

Language is powerful. Naming the need for distance as ‘spacious connection’ rather than ‘social distancing' may be a step in turning our world the right way up. But consciously filling the space of necessary social distance with the warmth of our human hearts might be the most demanding work of art we are called to create.

With warm heart and cool distance. Namaste.

Maryla Rose

I hope everyone reading this is taking care of their loved ones and themselves, but also reaching out to family and friends to see how they are doing, especially those who might have been feeling isolated before these COVID-19 measures took place. We will need those connections just as much, if not more, once the current crisis has passed.

In the meantime, I am grateful to be sheltering in place with such cool people, still working, and with ample distractions for off-hours - it really could be worse.

Quarantainment

After a fairly rough week at work, I was feeling pretty low when I returned home Friday night. Thankfully both girls were free that evening while Audrey was at work, and they both thought my suggestion of watching a movie together while we ate supper made sense.

So, why did I pick Contagion?

Well, not because I thought Steven Soderbergh's 2011 film was funny, although I fully appreciated the irony of watching a movie depicting a deadly viral outbreak while more and more local action is taken against a global COVID-19 pandemic.

If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. It is a tightly wound thriller showing the impacts of an unknown virus among people from all walks of life, the herculean efforts to determine what it is and how to stop it, and just how easy it is for panic and misinformation to take hold and erode our social structures. An ensemble cast includes Matt Damon, Laurence Fishburne, Kate Winslet, Gwyneth Paltrow, Marino Cotillard, and Jude Law, among others, and the electronic score by Cliff Martinez is gripping and evocative. I'm not sure why it only rates a 6.7 on IMDb.

I picked it largely out of curiosity - I remember thinking it was a well-done film when I first saw it years ago but couldn't remember too much else about it. Both girls are cinema-savvy and science-conscious individuals so watching good movies with them inevitably provokes conversations and follow-up discussions, which feels wholly appropriate.

I also picked it because of my tendency to run worst-case scenarios in my imagination. As more and more disruption in our lives is felt through things like the suspension of sporting leagues, postponement of major cinematic releases and the closures of things like recreation centres, it is easy to become disheartened.

Watching dramatized unrest in the form of store lootings, house robberies, home invasions and armed forces enforcing quarantine measures, is strangely encouraging in a way. The manner in which most people have adopted reduced interaction and social distancing, and the efforts made to protect the elderly and those with compromised immune systems is quite heartening.

Having said that though, I did hear someone in the grocery store yesterday finish up a diatribe against toilet paper hoarders with, "well, I have plenty of ammunition - worst-case scenario, I'll just take what I need."

Besides a chance to recognize how much worse we could have it, Contagion has a couple of other factors in its favour for topical viewing. First, the science is pretty well done, with due care taken to make sure the procedures, equipment and language used reflect reality, even if some corners are cut in order to preserve the narrative. They re-shot a scene after science consultants identified that a medical professional would never inject themselves through their clothing.

In fact, when Fishburne's CDC official Ellis Cheever is asked about how long before a vaccine is found and distributed, he pivots right away to saying that strategies like social distancing and hand-washing are far more critical at the early stages. Sound familiar?

Secondly, it makes a point of addressing how the danger of the fictional MEV-1 virus is compounded by willful misinformation, disseminated by unscrupulous individuals for their own gain.

Dr. Ellis Cheever: We're working very hard to find out where this virus came from. To treat it and to vaccinate against it if we can. We don't know all of that yet, we just don't know. What we do know, is that in order to become sick you have to first come in contact with a sick person or something that they touched. In order to get scared, all you have to do is to come in contact with a rumor, or the television or the internet. I think what Mr. Krumwiede is uh... is spreading, is far more dangerous than the disease.

Hearing far-right talk-radio cranks try to dismiss COVID-19 as "the common cold" or "the sniffles" was bad enough, but when elected officials refer to it as "the Wuhan flu" or a "foreign virus," it's absolutely galling. Visibly Asian people in my own city are reporting facing racism and persecution on the streets and in schools due to some presumed connection to this virus; fear and paranoia don't need amplification from people who are supposed to know better.

But like the poster says, "nothing spreads like fear."

Contagion is currently streaming on Netflix (third or fourth most popular show!)  and Crave if you want to check it out. In the meantime, I am hoping to get a game of Pandemic in this afternoon...