The probability of a large-scale war ending your life sometime in the next 50 years is rather high. How are you preparing??
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Party40% Voted for by Energizer Bunny, Dwn.
Instead of a hurricane party I'm planning a Nuclear War party!
Serious, not being sarcastic, but I'll plan for weather. I'll plan for job relocations. I'll plan for marriage. I'll plan a family...sort of
. But, I will not plan for Nuclear War. Yes, it may or may not happen but life is over-planned as it is. Our whole life is almost planned down to the second. We run our lives according to the clock and events that may or may not happen. Is it serious? You bet! But... life is complicated enough as it is already without planning for Nuclear War on top of it. Besides, if it happpens I'm not sure I wish to endure the aftermath anyway. I'd rather evaporate in a sudden nuclear explosion than exist in the fallout to more than likely die later in a more horrible way. -
HomeworkVoted for by Auxiliar.
When I get around to it, I'm going to read Bradbury and Golding, watch all those "Twilight Zone" episodes I love, and will be learning Farsi in order to further serve our future Iranian overlords. I'm going to review the secrets of alchemy in hopes of bargaining in a post-apocalyptic dystopia. I'm going to practice my blowgun prowess. I'm going to condition myself to keep up all-night vigils to protect what I'm sure will be a priceless stockpile of Frosted Flakes and Diet Pepsi. I'm going to inure myself to the hardships of Kibbutz life, in addition to reading Boas and Levi-Strauss that I may further serve the tribalistic collective that will surely be the difference between life and life under the mutant ravens that will undoubtedly peck at our complex. I'm going to erect a giant protective dome to keep out the tooth fairy and her cadre of airborne home intruders. I will learn how to make gunpowder out of saltpeter, coal, and various phosphates, that I may survive in the arena against the hyper-intelligent reptiles, being consequences of nuclear holocaust. I and my batallion of mail-order brides are going to live in an abandoned mine, miles beneath the surface of the earth, far away from the affects of Balthorium-G radiation. I am going to learn the various calls of the local superpredators to ward off intruders to my domicile. I am going to learn from the ways of the wise and noble Houyhnhnms. I will buy a volleyball and name him Isambard, having pasted the face of Alexandr Lukashenko thereupon. I will learn to live in total harmony with all creatures of the earth, but most importantly I will learn to paint with all the colors of the wind.
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Lots of sex.Voted for by Oral Fixation.
Really, I would have lots of sex, lol. I agree with Bunny, but I'd like to do a few things within the next fifty years before I get painlessly and quickly evaporated. They are as follows: Sex Have five kids each a year apart Watch a lot of TV Have more sex Get married before I have those kids Get married real young
Things like that. I'll die happy. I won't have a chance to see my life (blissfully sweet and fulfilled) flash before my eyes, but I'll be happy when the time comes.
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