Laird Of The Lagoon
As usual, I spent my Labor Day weekend doing labor. Stupid fiscal year. I'm just about caught up now though. We did manage a few non-labor related things - saw "Genevieve" at the old time movies, had the in-laws over to watch the wedding videos and slide shows, recorded 2 drum/bass/ukulele/piano tracks at the studio, ate leftover wedding cake, rediscovered and rearranged an album I made 5 years ago that has still never been released, fed squirrels, visited our local donkeys and listened to too much Carter Family.
More importantly, now that we've had 2 of the big 3 disaster predictions come true, it looks like we're next. I'm planning on spending the next few months becoming a crazy old end-of-the-world paranoid guy. Here's what:
1. goldenmoonbear has already ordered some pet rescue stickers to put on our windows that will instruct people on how to care for our chinchillas in the event of our untimely deaths. (opheliafloats, you will be deemed their legal guardian even though you live in San Francisco and will most likely be killed as well. I don't know why I assume the chinchillas will survive, but I do.)
2. I will be looking for a fireproof/waterproof safe to store all of my demo tapes, homemade studio recordings and videos. These are irreplaceable and I want them to live on even though no one will ever care about them except for me and possibly zimbra1006. I don't think I'll bother to save photo albums or handwritten documents since everything important is on the internet now. (This contradicts my earlier post in which I expressed paranoid fear about the internet disappearing when the oil supply peaks.)
3. I'm going to hide a 6 month supply of bottled water and Kaboom somewhere on the property. Don't ask where, because I'm not telling you.
4. I'm implanting a microchip somewhere on myself that will contain the passwords to all of my email accounts, livejournal, online banking, Paypal, Ebay, etc. Whoever finds it can take over my identity and carry on with my life as if nothing ever happened.
5. I haven't really figured out what to do in the case that an evacuation is called for. Most likely it will already be too late and the freeways will be bumper to bumper in all directions. The only real solution is to raise a cormorant army that could be trained to airlift us to safety. I'd have to have a vigorous screening process, since some cormorants are known to be untrustworthy.
More importantly, now that we've had 2 of the big 3 disaster predictions come true, it looks like we're next. I'm planning on spending the next few months becoming a crazy old end-of-the-world paranoid guy. Here's what:
1. goldenmoonbear has already ordered some pet rescue stickers to put on our windows that will instruct people on how to care for our chinchillas in the event of our untimely deaths. (opheliafloats, you will be deemed their legal guardian even though you live in San Francisco and will most likely be killed as well. I don't know why I assume the chinchillas will survive, but I do.)
2. I will be looking for a fireproof/waterproof safe to store all of my demo tapes, homemade studio recordings and videos. These are irreplaceable and I want them to live on even though no one will ever care about them except for me and possibly zimbra1006. I don't think I'll bother to save photo albums or handwritten documents since everything important is on the internet now. (This contradicts my earlier post in which I expressed paranoid fear about the internet disappearing when the oil supply peaks.)
3. I'm going to hide a 6 month supply of bottled water and Kaboom somewhere on the property. Don't ask where, because I'm not telling you.
4. I'm implanting a microchip somewhere on myself that will contain the passwords to all of my email accounts, livejournal, online banking, Paypal, Ebay, etc. Whoever finds it can take over my identity and carry on with my life as if nothing ever happened.
5. I haven't really figured out what to do in the case that an evacuation is called for. Most likely it will already be too late and the freeways will be bumper to bumper in all directions. The only real solution is to raise a cormorant army that could be trained to airlift us to safety. I'd have to have a vigorous screening process, since some cormorants are known to be untrustworthy.