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I have recently made the fascinating realization that I mentally evaluate all places I spend long-term amounts of time for their defensability against a zombie outbreak. I'm not sure WHY I do this, but I do. I was never even all that aware of it until not too long ago when my dad and I were comparing notes on how indefensable Grammy's house is because there is so much glass separating you from the outside. Halfway through, my dad mentioned he always took inventory of such things when he was at new places, and I thought back and realized I do, too.
The reason I even write this down now is that I've been cat-sitting for Tina this week while she's in Maine and her house is kinda creepy at night. There's no light outside her home, she lives right against the edge of a big woodland, and there are such huge windows and so many glass doors. Seriously...if the Zombipocalypse happens during my next two days here...I have NO SHOT.
I guess her basement is okay, but it's tiny and dark. There's a door, but no windows, and the door seems very un-used and blocked off.
The receiving department I work in at work would be good, too. No windows, thick walls, giant water pipes, lots of big, heavy things to block the entry door with. There's no food, though, but I assume in the event of Zombie Death Supertime, I'd have at least a few minutes of prep time to loot the restaurant next door.
My apartment is kind of haphazard. It's on the second floor, so the window shouldn't be a hindrance, and there's only one entrance, but I don't trust that door against any kind of assault, and once it is surrendered, there's nowhere to go. My dad does own, like, a hundred razor-sharp knives, though, and is proficient in their use. But knives vs zombies...not liking those odds. Which leads me to think about myself...how effective would I be in a zombie uprising? I like to think that watching a jadillion horror flicks has given me decent survival skills, but let's be real...I also like to think watching pro wrestling gives me awesome leet fighting ability. I have no weapons proficiency at all. I do have a razor-keen focus in regards to my absolute fear of pain and death, though, and I like to think my cowardice would be a big help, if only because it will keep me from doing something stupid like fighting back.
I actually DO want to talk about other things...I got really wrapped up in that. This is what it's like inside my head and why people think I'm so anti-social. When I start a hypothetical fun scenario in my head, it just goes on endlessly.
I...kind of wanted to do a whole political thing here because I got really wrapped up in the whole bill that recently failed in Congress to allow more land to be used for off-shore drilling for Big Oil, but I can't seem to find the stomach to get too terribly far into it. I saved some links on my laptop at home...maybe later I'll revisit the matter. It's just really annoying to me to see Bush playing stupid political games this far into his tenure by trying to get a bill passed that HE HIMSELF does not want to pass (and does not NEED Congress to pass because in this matter he has the right to make an executive order over their heads) and then going out and boo-hooing Congressional Democrats over it. I kind of thought he had happily faded into the background of lame-duck-itude in the last year or so, but here he came back with some more Rove-ian tactics to just be a big douchebag.
I think I was especially annoyed when I had just already spent a vacation with my family listening to them ENDLESSLY blathering on-and-on about how "You know who's 100% to blame for high gas prices? THE ENVIRORNMENTALISTS. They're the ones who won't let us drill for our own oil!" when it's so terribly not true at all.
What else do I have written down on my "To LJ about" paper.... I had a dream a few nights ago; I don't feel like detailing that after all. It was just weird in chunks and heartbreaking in others. The funny part was that the WWF was setting up a PLAY in the middle of a mall, but it was kind of a play with wrestling. And I turned into Rob Van Dam, like, halfway through, but just for a minute. And the most relevant wrestler guys in my dream were friggin' Deuce and Domino, who are not actually relevant at all.
I think that's all for now. Tina's kitties are wanting vague amounts of attention, so maybe I'll go pet them for a bit.
ADDENDUM: I can't believe I almost forgot this. I ripped a page out of a book we were discarding at work a few days ago--it's from a travel guide to Australia.
In Sydney, there is a place called Koala Park (Obviously when I saw a guide to Australia, I hit the index for koalas), and Koala Park has DAILY FREE KOALA CUDDLING SESSIONS.
DAILY. FREE. KOALA CUDDLING.
I must go there. You have no idea. I MUST. Sydney has surpassed Japan as the place I must go to more than any other. The opportunity to CUDDLE KOALAS is just mind-blowing to me. I would give up sex forever to be able to cuddle koalas. I would give up candy and sex and TV. Koala cuddling FTMFW.
The reason I even write this down now is that I've been cat-sitting for Tina this week while she's in Maine and her house is kinda creepy at night. There's no light outside her home, she lives right against the edge of a big woodland, and there are such huge windows and so many glass doors. Seriously...if the Zombipocalypse happens during my next two days here...I have NO SHOT.
I guess her basement is okay, but it's tiny and dark. There's a door, but no windows, and the door seems very un-used and blocked off.
The receiving department I work in at work would be good, too. No windows, thick walls, giant water pipes, lots of big, heavy things to block the entry door with. There's no food, though, but I assume in the event of Zombie Death Supertime, I'd have at least a few minutes of prep time to loot the restaurant next door.
My apartment is kind of haphazard. It's on the second floor, so the window shouldn't be a hindrance, and there's only one entrance, but I don't trust that door against any kind of assault, and once it is surrendered, there's nowhere to go. My dad does own, like, a hundred razor-sharp knives, though, and is proficient in their use. But knives vs zombies...not liking those odds. Which leads me to think about myself...how effective would I be in a zombie uprising? I like to think that watching a jadillion horror flicks has given me decent survival skills, but let's be real...I also like to think watching pro wrestling gives me awesome leet fighting ability. I have no weapons proficiency at all. I do have a razor-keen focus in regards to my absolute fear of pain and death, though, and I like to think my cowardice would be a big help, if only because it will keep me from doing something stupid like fighting back.
I actually DO want to talk about other things...I got really wrapped up in that. This is what it's like inside my head and why people think I'm so anti-social. When I start a hypothetical fun scenario in my head, it just goes on endlessly.
I...kind of wanted to do a whole political thing here because I got really wrapped up in the whole bill that recently failed in Congress to allow more land to be used for off-shore drilling for Big Oil, but I can't seem to find the stomach to get too terribly far into it. I saved some links on my laptop at home...maybe later I'll revisit the matter. It's just really annoying to me to see Bush playing stupid political games this far into his tenure by trying to get a bill passed that HE HIMSELF does not want to pass (and does not NEED Congress to pass because in this matter he has the right to make an executive order over their heads) and then going out and boo-hooing Congressional Democrats over it. I kind of thought he had happily faded into the background of lame-duck-itude in the last year or so, but here he came back with some more Rove-ian tactics to just be a big douchebag.
I think I was especially annoyed when I had just already spent a vacation with my family listening to them ENDLESSLY blathering on-and-on about how "You know who's 100% to blame for high gas prices? THE ENVIRORNMENTALISTS. They're the ones who won't let us drill for our own oil!" when it's so terribly not true at all.
What else do I have written down on my "To LJ about" paper.... I had a dream a few nights ago; I don't feel like detailing that after all. It was just weird in chunks and heartbreaking in others. The funny part was that the WWF was setting up a PLAY in the middle of a mall, but it was kind of a play with wrestling. And I turned into Rob Van Dam, like, halfway through, but just for a minute. And the most relevant wrestler guys in my dream were friggin' Deuce and Domino, who are not actually relevant at all.
I think that's all for now. Tina's kitties are wanting vague amounts of attention, so maybe I'll go pet them for a bit.
ADDENDUM: I can't believe I almost forgot this. I ripped a page out of a book we were discarding at work a few days ago--it's from a travel guide to Australia.
In Sydney, there is a place called Koala Park (Obviously when I saw a guide to Australia, I hit the index for koalas), and Koala Park has DAILY FREE KOALA CUDDLING SESSIONS.
DAILY. FREE. KOALA CUDDLING.
I must go there. You have no idea. I MUST. Sydney has surpassed Japan as the place I must go to more than any other. The opportunity to CUDDLE KOALAS is just mind-blowing to me. I would give up sex forever to be able to cuddle koalas. I would give up candy and sex and TV. Koala cuddling FTMFW.