We've been talking about the apocalypse a lot lately. Mostly because I'm in one of those little phases where you get hooked on something for a little bit, then move on to something else. Here is my plan so far.
Get my wagon.
Get the hell out.
Get to Yosemite.
Survive.
Sounds simple enough.
Oh yeah, and the wagon thing? It's a good idea to buy one of those little Red-Rider wagons, the ones with the fence and the big wheels, so you can pull all of your stuff. If you need to get through the woods, you can still take it too. Sounds gay until that sixty pound backpack gets a little heavy after two days of walking. And they're small enough to fit in any shed, garage, even large closets. Put it in your back seat until you run out of gas, then start pulling.
Yosemite.
I think Yosemite national park is a good place to be. It's surrounded by mountains on all sides, has a constant water supply, shielding from the wind during the winter, and shade from the heat in the summer. Plus plenty of fish and game to live off of.
Care to join me?
Monday, February 13, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Dino-Terror!
I don't really think there's anything terrifying about this post.
I just couldn't think of a title.
WELL. Haven't been on this thing in a while.
What's different?
Damn.. A lot actually.
- Joined the Marine Corps. December 8th, 2011. I ship to Parris Island July 9th, 2012.
- I'm not a twig thing anymore, mostly due to Marine Corps PT four times a week.
- My car is still a piece of shit.
- I have a ton of new MC friends.
- I am NOT going to be an Osprey Crew Chief. Got that shit changed. Flying bird/deathtrap thing? No thanks. I'll stick to the AAV.
- For some reason or another, I bought a ton of stuff for my Zombie (Or any general Apocalypse) Survival Kit.
New Items include:
- A gas mask. (Go figure.)
- A navy issue medical kit.
- A bunch of MOLLE pouches for my M1A clips.
- A bigass backpack. Which is sort of heavy with a ton of stuff in it.
- My USMC issue boots. Which are heavy as fuck.
- A tomahawk. (Yes. I bought a tomahawk.)
- This neat little compass that glows in the dark, USMC issue.
- A skeletool.
- My M1 that Dad bought me.
Jimmy! I hope you found this, because that's pretty much all you need for your kit, except for food, and other basic survival shit.
Can't wait for July 9th. Can't wait to escape.
I just couldn't think of a title.
WELL. Haven't been on this thing in a while.
What's different?
Damn.. A lot actually.
- Joined the Marine Corps. December 8th, 2011. I ship to Parris Island July 9th, 2012.
- I'm not a twig thing anymore, mostly due to Marine Corps PT four times a week.
- My car is still a piece of shit.
- I have a ton of new MC friends.
- I am NOT going to be an Osprey Crew Chief. Got that shit changed. Flying bird/deathtrap thing? No thanks. I'll stick to the AAV.
- For some reason or another, I bought a ton of stuff for my Zombie (Or any general Apocalypse) Survival Kit.
New Items include:
- A gas mask. (Go figure.)
- A navy issue medical kit.
- A bunch of MOLLE pouches for my M1A clips.
- A bigass backpack. Which is sort of heavy with a ton of stuff in it.
- My USMC issue boots. Which are heavy as fuck.
- A tomahawk. (Yes. I bought a tomahawk.)
- This neat little compass that glows in the dark, USMC issue.
- A skeletool.
- My M1 that Dad bought me.
Jimmy! I hope you found this, because that's pretty much all you need for your kit, except for food, and other basic survival shit.
Can't wait for July 9th. Can't wait to escape.
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