Ok, I've Been Busy Waiting For The Apocalypse

I've been absent lately. No, no...it's not you, it's me.

Here's what happened: I read a book. That, in and of itself, is fairly significant. I don't read anything longer than a 10 paragraph blog. Anything longer than that, and I pretty much start skipping paragraphs. But this particular book got to me.

This book is about this guy, a perfectly normal reporter for the New York Times, who thought the world was going to end. As he called it, "when the shit hits the fan". He didn't know how exactly - whether it was going to be an economic collapse, or maybe there would be some sort of huge natural disaster, or the commies would bomb us (no, not you Canada....you're the good guys *wink). So this guy, he prepares by taking all these survival classes and buying a house in a foreign country and learning to fly and shoot and kill goats and find edible plants and on and on. Anywho, after I finished the book, I thought to myself, "Holy shit, the world is gonna end and we're all gonna die!!!"

So I've been busy bottling water and buying flashlights and duct tape and a generator and gasoline and garbage bags. Now, if you were to meet me on the streets, I'm sure I would seem like a perfect normal, average person. But deep down, I'm pretty sure we're all gonna die. No, no....not you. You'll be fine (rolls eyes).

No, seriously, I have been prepping for some sort of temporary problem (and the government even suggests it - www.ready.gov), whether the power grid takes a crap, or the water treatment plant can't filter the poopy, or the only value of a dollar is the amount of heat it generates when you burn it, or whatever. My entire plan revolves around living off supplies temporarily until we can get out of town and to the country. Oh, and if it's winter, we're pretty well screwed, because my plan involves a tent. Just so you know, if something should happen, I'm not sharing my water with you. Unless you have a gun, of course. Then we'll talk.