I don't have a problem with that. Very few historians have ever been in charge. So you charge right ahead.You'll have to thtore your bookth in the library, Kurben. Where I thall be in charge.
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I don't have a problem with that. Very few historians have ever been in charge. So you charge right ahead.You'll have to thtore your bookth in the library, Kurben. Where I thall be in charge.
...familiarity....I know the area well, having tramped around there frequently as a child...also, it's near the intersection of two Interstate Highway systems....easy to keep track of travelers, yet remain concealed....Is that out of sentimentality or because it's familiar? The way I understood it that the world wasn't too dangerous awhile after the outbreak (excluding that roving band of slavers in the uncut version) so you could basically be anywhere and be ok. I think the biggest danger would be wild dogs, traps left by the dead (there was a whole town of traps in the book), or disease. Nobody ever seemed to have a problem getting food or water as everything in the world was left right where it was.
Good answer though, I'm coming over there when the zombie apocalypse happens.
...that explains the whiff of sorta dead guy I keep getting!....Given that I haven't read The Stand and have absolutely no idea what anyone is talking about, I'd probably just follow GNTLGNT wherever he went... as I often do... with my camera... and binoculars.
...I'm no survivalist, I just know where to hunker down-till the fabled fecal material quits colliding with the fan....I'd find someone like GNT or Gramps who know how to survive under such conditions and make myself useful by chopping wood, and other tasks which don't require survival knowledge or skill.
...but "Oh Gawd" said repeatedly is acceptable......
Well there's two words that probably shouldn't go together....
Oh Gawd...
..."Grumpy Old Philosophers" is the working title I presume?....And now, having said all that, I bid you all a good night (or good day, on the other hemisphere), with the thought that I just bid Grandma good night and told her that I'd be up just a bit longer, because there's a germ of a story about two old cantankerous guys, looking over the End of the World, both with decent survival skills, with polarized political viewpoints which are now meaningless because there's no more politics to debate about, but the passion to debate politics and philosophy still burns. Doesn't that sound like a story? No? Well..... it does to me.
...then you are a survivalist. And I be tagging'......I'm no survivalist, I just know where to hunker down-till the fabled fecal material quits colliding with the fan....
(I'm with you) - or we could put beer goggles on the men - that might work!I would try to whore myself out to some macho dude. Unfortunately I can't compete with the young pretty things, so I would have to kill them first.
Define "macho"...I would try to whore myself out to some macho dude...
The guy who is going to keep me safe and warm and fed and it would be nice if he liked me.Define "macho"...
That's nice.The guy who is going to keep me safe and warm and fed and it would be nice if he liked me.
Keep in mind that most of the 'young pretty things' (unless they Google it, which wouldn't be working anyway) would have no idea how to cook or clean, etc. And we all know that the best way to a man's heart is thru his stomache....I would try to whore myself out to some macho dude. Unfortunately I can't compete with the young pretty things, so I would have to kill them first.
With a very sharp blade.Keep in mind that most of the 'young pretty things' (unless they Google it, which wouldn't be working anyway) would have no idea how to cook or clean, etc. And we all know that the best way to a man's heart is thru his stomache....
Yessssss, my preciossssss, yesssss.............With a very sharp blade.
Yessssss, my preciossssss, yesssss.............
Keep in mind that most of the 'young pretty things' (unless they Google it, which wouldn't be working anyway) would have no idea how to cook or clean, etc. And we all know that the best way to a man's heart is thru his stomache....
And lately, the Walking Dead...I can just see a crazed lady plunging her bare fist through a mans stomach and up into his chest cavity, then ripping and pulling his heart out through the gaping hole in his stomach.
I at least partly blame Stephen King for my over active imagination.
I hate to say it, but... ahem.... Dana Jean doesn't need to cook. I cook (he says with self-aggrandizement) splendidly. But given what she's said, sure, Dana Jean can come along. She'd even like my cooking.
Survival guides are most welcome. I have exposure but no great interest because I figured that the probability of their need was subsumed by other more probable interests in the real, ongoing world. If push came to shove, I figured that Boy Scouts, Marine survival, and basic woodcraft would meet it - and especially aided by friendship with one invested in the process. Voila!