Monday, April 15, 2013

My Zombie Apocalypse Plan

It used to be that only preppers and people with a high level of government clearance had the foresight to create a plan for the end of the world. A set of backup scenarios; food supplies scattered around the country side, escape routes out of the city, a bomb shelter here or there, that kind of thing.


But these days any halfway intelligent person needs to have some kind of plan, and as I’ve always aspired to be at least a half way intelligent person, I decided to hash one out.

It’s only logical when you look at the evidence. Global viral infections are becoming a yearly event, tsunamis and earth quakes are now common occurrences, and even the most sheltered government has realized that natural resources are dwindling, fast. If you’re still waiting for a clear sign that the end is nigh, then you might as well stand out in traffic in a tin foil hat telling people we’re going to be okay. Nobody will take you seriously.

And to me it seems only a matter of time before one of these freaky global viruses mutates sufficiently to actually reanimate dead flesh and put its host in a permanent state of annoyance. Ergo; we need to develop a strategy for the impeding zombie apocalypse.


Now you may ask why I would go through the trouble of creating my own strategy when there are so many existing strategies to be found on the net. A quick search will tell you the best weapons, the best foods, the best way to prep. However, I feel that none of these plans take into account the real hardships people will have to face. So I spent some time looking at all the possible angles and came up with what I believe is the most sane and most efficient Zombie apocalypse plan to date. And I believe it’s as simple as it is effective; Basically, I intend to die in the very first wave.

To me that makes the most sense. More sense at least than undergoing all manner of hardship only to die eventually anyway (through bites/malnutrition/or terminally chapped lips).

For any plan the long term survival rate is zero. Of course, it could be argued that the zombie apocalypse is the least worrying apocalypse of all. On the apocalypse scale, it’s like a flee bite. There is no real damage to the ecosystem, our infra structure will remain intact, the power grid won’t melt down. Basically, all we need to do is wait it out. Say, a couple of weeks. Just long enough for the re-animated dead to decompose to the point where they simply fall apart and movement is no longer an option.

Sure, it’ll be annoying. Insurance rates will go through the roof. You’ll lose some slow and fat loved ones. The smell won’t be that great. It will take ages for your favorite TV shows to start up again. Marauders will raid your food stocks and trample mud into your carpet. There’ll be some broken windows too, believe me. But, ultimately, we’ll be okay.

Still, before we get out the other end, supply lines will be disrupted and stores will run out of toothpaste, deodorant, and chap-stick.

So, for those reasons, I’m out.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Do I wish that everyday were a Friday?

Probably not, then I'd have to work every day of my life. Fridays are defined by their Saturdays and Sundays, so an endless repeating stream of Fri/Sa/Sun, then? Nah, Fridays would take on a Monday like quality, and I don't want to give up my Friday feeling. Optimal week plan? Monday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and repeat.

This also significantly increases your number of weekends before you die, and makes work-play division a very fair 50/50.

Anyone against?

Monday, November 5, 2012

Leverage on Victorian Era Love


Leverage on Victorian Era Love:

How did people survive in Victorian times?

He tries to imagine writing out a letter long hand with a quill. Perhaps running out of ink and having to wait till Monday to buy more. Then finishing the letter, sealing it, and riding off to some kind of post office in the next town over. Waiting in line. Paying up and trying not to scream when he finds out the last coach left on Saturday and his letter will sit in a sack at the back of the room until next week. After which it will finally start its 5 week journey to his beloved. Who won’t be able to get word back to him before the end of next month. And that’s assuming neither coach gets robbed.

No wonder people died so young!

Strictly for emergencies:
Is it bad form to ask someone with long hair for a hair to floss with??

Questions on life:

Why do we feel, deep down, that balloons are not allowed to touch the ground?


Unrelated:

I still remember when they switched internet off at night...

Thursday, October 25, 2012


If not for the book, watch this one for the hair!



Friday, October 5, 2012

Don't worry, calm down, it's almost Monday...

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

This thing about shoes – a male perspective


I believe that there is a strong possibility that women have a secret mission. Subconsciously, at least, they feel the need to obtain a single pair of shoes for each day of the year. They may not be aware of this themselves, but ask any woman who owns less than 365 pairs of shoes whether she has enough shoes, and you’ll have your answer.
At least for that year.

But why is this? Ask any man to describe any pair of his girlfriend’s shoes and he’ll draw blanks. This is information we simply do not store. It isn’t useful, it’d be an inefficient use of storage resources. In fact, put a man on a beach for a week in flip-flops and ask him to describe his own shoes back home, and he’ll probably describe a pair he owned in high school. If he describes anything at all. More likely he’ll just run away to find a ball or a monster truck or something. Shoes just cannot hold our attention (barring a few weird guys with sneaker collections, of course.)



It’s a universal truth that most guys own exactly 3 pairs of shoes:

1. His normal shoes.
2. His sports shoes.
3. His previous pair of normal shoes*

*) this pair is never worn but he’s afraid to throw them out. In his mind he may need them at some point, perhaps when he has to paint the house or when he loses his current shoes in a freak shoe-related incident. They will be thrown out on the day that a new pair of shoes is finally bought, and his current pair becomes his previous pair. It will be like a changing of the guards.

Read the rest [and play the shoe game] here...

Thursday, September 20, 2012

This Week's Questions



So far, being alive is probably one of the most complicated things I’ve attempted. In fact, all the other complicated things seem to stem directly from it. Even today, many years after my (alleged) birth, strange and worrying questions keep arising. Here is the list of things I could use some help with this week. If you have any answers for me, just jut them down in the comments below:

- Ever look up and feel that one of the clouds was coming for you?

- I'm not entirely sure that my belly button is in the middle.
What can that mean?

- Just before I look under my bed, I always get a little cold feeling, as if part of me expects to find something staring back at me. I've probably seen too many Hollywood movies to have any hope of ever cultivating a healthy relationship with the underside of my bed.

- I live with the constant fear that I'll suddenly become allergic to air and die.
Other than that, I'm quite an optimistic person.