Zombies and Devil Dogs

I was very surprised and happy to see Walter pull a box of (very old) Devil Dogs out of a secret hiding place last week.  I don't blame him; Devil Dogs are really good. Unfortunately they are impossible to find out here on the West Coast, so I had to do a bit of calling around before locating a company in New York that would ship me a box.  After explaining the urgency involved, they agreed to send some along by Priority Mail.

Neither of my fellow Partiers had tried them before, but they were a hit.  Unfortunately, I nearly managed to miss the episode because I was on the phone with a client, and arrived about fifteen minutes late.  As punishment, there was really no proper food in this week's episode.  We were reduced to going through the contents of the refrigerator when Walter is looking for a cure... but I'm getting ahead of myself here.

So: the show.  A guy walks into an office with something dripping from his nose.  I was having X-Files flashbacks again, because it looked like that black oily stuff to me -- but no, it was blood.  He collapses, bike messenger guy does CPR on him, then he gets all crinkly and spews red stuff everywhere.

Soon Olivia and Peter show up, and it's apparent that they have some kind of contagion on their hands.  They manage to (mostly) contain it to one office building though, and ... well really the whole thing was very derivative.  If you want to see this done better and much creepier rent a movie called Quarantine.

But that movie didn't have a happy ending.  Why?  Because Walter was not there to find a cure for the plague in five minutes using the contents of a refrigerator.  Walter is AMAZING, but couldn't he have said something about tiramisu, or coffee cake, or even mashed potatoes?  I think somebody is screwing with us.