The whole Conficker build-up reminds me of that scene in Austin Powers where Mike Myers runs over the security guard with a steamroller. It takes a while. Anyone without enough sense to get out of the way probably deserves to be flattened.
More likely the "it's hitting on April 1" is a misdirection -- a pay-no-attention-to-the-man-behind-the-curtain kind of deal. Because these days no self-respecting worm author would actually tell you when his baby was planning to strike. They've moved well beyond the ego phase of malware development. Just show me the money, honey.
So while the "Conficker Cabal" is busy cooking up defenses, the real action is happening elsewhere. But where, exactly? If I knew I might be there too, scooping up some of the proceeds. Hey, this journalism gig barely keeps me in dog food, let alone securing my retirement. A man's gotta watch out for number one.
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