Wednesday, October 19, 2011

How to Survive a REAL Zombie Apocalypse

Recently, the Center for Disease Control came out with a Zombie Apocalypse Preparedness Guide.  I provided a link to it a few blog posts ago.  Go ahead......check it out.  Then forget it because it's total hooey.  If you wanna be the main course on the zombie buffet, go ahead and follow the CDC's advice. 

Since clearly the CDC just wants to use their "Zombie Guide" as a veiled lecture about preparedness for "real emergencies" like tornadoes and hurricanes, I took it upon myself to write a real Zombie Apocalypse Survival Guide.
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A Brief History of Zombies

There isn't really a history of zombies because they probably don't exist as far as we know yet.  And I don't really know why you need to know a history of zombies anyways.  If something is chasing you and trying to eat your brain, I can't imagine how having a history would be helpful.  What would be more helpful is to know how to not get your brain eaten. 



There are a lot of theories on how zombies could come about. I think they all have to do with some sort of ebola death virus or mutated mad cow disease or government manufactured biological warfare gone rogue. It spreads like wildfire. It inevitably eats away at a person's brain until they develop a bad case of  flesh rot, a loss of motor skills,  and a taste for human flesh. 

Since we've never had any encounter with zombies before, we can only speculate as to the cause, but my money says it stems from some sort of biological weapon that the bonehead government accidentally lets loose into the oxygen or water supply of a backwater Kansas town.  Pretty soon the mutated cannibalistic rednecks will have spread the zombie virus nationwide.  In some movies, you become a zombie just from breathing bad air or drinking bad water or catching the virus from someone already infected because they sneezed on you.  Sometimes, the zombie has to bite you to pass it on.  The mode of transmission can only be speculated.  Sometimes a person slowly gets sicker and sicker before they become a horrible zombie and sometimes they die first and then come back to "life".  I'm sure you'll probably hear the exact details when the shit starts hitting the fan.

Shit You Should Start Stockpiling
Everyone already knows that you need to have food and water and first aid kits and stuff when there's an emergency.  We've heard this a thousand times.  More likely than not, you haven't started your stockpile yet and won't have done so before the pandemic begins.  Do you have a food and water supply?  I do- about three days worth consisting of whatever is in my refrigerator.  Probably bad Chinese leftovers.  This isn't enough.  If and when it happens and you have no food and water, your best bet is to steal from/ break into and loot the places that have the things you want.  Costco seems like it would be pretty good bet for having everything you need.  Probably wouldn't be too tough to get in there.  Plus they have those huge orange carts that you can stack lots of crap on, so you can just wheel those suckers down the aisles at breakneck speed and load them up.  No truck to haul it?  No problem.  Just steal one.  There is bound to be an abandoned truck or van in the road with a dead person at the wheel.  Throw the bastard out and take the truck- he's not using it anymore.  These things may sound easy to do, but nothing can be more difficult.  There will be lots of people doing the same looting you're doing.  You have to be willing to beat other people to death if necessary to get the last case of Hormel chili.  Just remember- it's not personal, it's survival.  They probably would have ended up as a zombie anyways, so you can't beat yourself up over it- but you can beat THEM up.


Really, though,  food and water and first aid supplies are minor details.  There are more important things to stockpile.  Here is a small list of other helpful items:
  • Guns
  • Big guns
  • Little guns
  • Machine guns
  • Ammo for your guns
  • Bazooka
  • Machete
  • Axes
  • Pick axes
  • Hand grenades
  • Flamethrower
  • Night vision goggles
  • Crossbow
  • Arrows for your crossbow
  • Shovel
  • Liquor

Anything else you decide might act as a weapon will be good as well.  Like bricks or pogo sticks.  The point is that you'll probably be too busy slaying zombies to eat much, so your huge food supply won't come in near as handy as your weapon supply.  Anyways, you'll need to stay in shape to outrun the zombies, so it's best not to eat too much.  The fatter you are, the easier you are to catch.  In addition, you never know when you'll be driven from your house by zombies and have to leave behind your food supply anyways.  If you spent a ton of time stockpiling a bunch of food that you then had to abandon, you'll just be sad about leaving it and you will already have enough things to be sad about.  Like the zombies eating all the people you used to go to the bars with. The smartest thing to do is actually to steal a large van and keep your supplies in there.  That way you can run at a moment's notice.

Where to Go
Ken Johnson's house.  But you can't go there.  It's already going to be full because I'm going there.  Why am I going to Ken's house?  Because Ken has lots of weapons.  And he gets up at 4 am on Black Friday to load up on high quality ammo at low, low prices.  Which, as you remember, are on the list of essentials.  You'll have to find your own house o'weapons.  Maybe you could join the gun club to meet new friends.


The best thing you could do is come up with an emergency plan with your family.  The CDC shows a nice picture of a family at their "meeting place" by the mailbox.  This is bullshit because if you meet up by the mailbox, you'll die.  You can hole up in someone's house o'weapons for awhile, but inevitably the zombie population will be so thick, they'll sniff you out.  Once you've convened there, you'll need to gather together a bunch of camping crap and head for the freaking hills.  You might want to consider breaking into Bish's RV and stealing yourself a brand new RV.  Then you can store your supplies in it and flee the zombies in your tenement on wheels.  We're lucky to be in Idaho because we're loaded with freaking hills.  You should find out where the nearest hills are to where you live.  If there's anything you need that you don't have in your garage or basement, you'll have to send two of the smartest, toughest family members on a kamikaze raid mission to your nearest stores to loot for it.  But beware- don't leave the weaker family members by themselves, even if you give them a gun.  Zombies will eat them because they'll probably forget to turn the gun safety off. 


Who Can Help You
The CDC tells you to identify emergency contacts so you can get in touch with the proper authorities.  This is grade A baloney.  The authorities are probably zombiefied.  Just get it in your head that once the nation falls to zombie attack, there are no laws and there is no law enforcement.  No one can help you.  You're on your own and you can't trust anyone.  The CDC also says they'll be conducting investigations and running tests and initiating quarantines to contain the disease.  But everyone knows that some moron (most likely some roided out muscle head who is strong enough to break through the barricade and stupid enough to ignore all reason) will escape and run rampant spreading his zombie cooties left and right.

Things to Remember:
-Zombies probably travel in herds like sheep.  This is because they're stupid.  Like sheep. 

-Shoot first, ask questions later.

- Trust no one. 

-Don't let anyone else into your hideout. If someone bangs on your door begging for shelter or protection and please please please let them in and they promise they're not sick.......Shoot them. Let them in and you'll all be one big happy zombie family.

-If you catch someone trying to steal your stash o'guns or food supply......shoot them. Those are your supplies and you cannot show mercy.

-If a family member or friend gets bitten, they're not your family member or friend anymore.  Shoot them.  It will be sad, but not as sad as EVERYONE becoming zombies.

-Steer clear of stealing someone's old Winnebago.  Those are always breaking down in zombie movies, so that must be what would really happen.  If you break down, the zombies can come right in the door and eat you because there's no back door to escape from.  Find something brand new instead.

-Keep in mind that it's not personal.  Its zombie survival.  So what if you killed someone over a case of powdered milk?

-It might occur to you to start repopulating the earth at some point.  Be wary of doing this because you don't know if the unborn baby is susceptible to the zombie disease.  I'm not saying don't do it, I'm just saying maybe be ready with a gun when the thing pops out so you can shoot it if it's a brand new baby zombie.



Zombie Body Disposal Protocol
You can't just shoot a zombie and walk away.  In order to properly and effectively slay a zombie, you must first shoot it in the head.  Then you must stab it in the heart.  Then you must behead it.  Then you must burn the carcass. If you're afraid to burn it because you might attract other zombies, then punt the head really really far from the body.   If you don't, it will pick up its head and bring it back to eat you. 


One Last Word of Caution
Since it's only a matter of time before I reach three million followerss, a lot of people will be following my zombie survival advice.  This means that most of the country will be shooting first and asking questions later like I told them to.  So, just to be really safe,  get as far away as you can from all people anywhere ever. And DON'T ask anyone for help because they'll shoot you.  Only steal from stores and dead people or you'll get shot.  You're gonna have to just help yourself. So just remember- don't be a weenie about it.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Diary of a Road Trip

Captain's Log, 8am 
Boise
We have just embarked on a long and epic journey to Salmon.  Given that I have what the two senior crew members describe as "inferior driving skills", I find myself revoked of actual captain's duties and have taken on a supervisory role instead.  Upon departing, the crew realizes they forgot approximately 8 things.  In addition, Angus, the youngest crew member has not been fed breakfast.  We return home to pick up the forgotten items and a box of Froot Loops.  Most of the crew members take the opportunity to pee.  We re-depart.

Captain's Log, 9am 
Somewhere between Horseshoe Bend and Banks
We have been stopped for road construction.  Having not taken the construction season into account, we begin to fear that the estimated time of arrival at our destination may be slightly later than anticipated.

Captain's Log, 9:30am
Still Somewhere between Horseshoe Bend and Banks
We have again been stopped for road construction.  Crew morale is slipping.

Captain's Log, 10:30am 
Garden Valley
We have arrived in Garden Valley and have stopped at a Chevron station.  Unfortunately, all the travelers who waited ahead of us during our construction stops are now waiting ahead of us for the bathroom, so the wait is substantial.  We continue to lose valuable time.  The younger crew members attempt to utilize a portable potty outdoors, but retreat, as there is a "frickin colossal" dung beetle on the door handle.  In order to stave off hunger, the crew has decided to purchase several three-foot-long pepperoni sticks, despite Captain's suggestions that they smell of rotted foot.  Upon returning to our vessel, Angus bangs crew member Charlee's face against the car window, which results in a minor "coming-to-Jesus".  Angus complains to the senior crew members that he has broken his ankle on a rock and requests one of the senior crew member's pain pills. The request is denied.  During the chaos, I am embarrassed to realize that I have forgotten to apply underarm deodorant, a staple for any captain on long, hot summer journeys.  We journey onward.

Captain's Log, 11am 
Somewhere between Garden Valley and Lowman
After consuming the majority of the aforementioned pepperoni sticks, along with a considerable amount of gummy bears and Froot Loops, the youngest crew member has informed the captain that he may vomit.  We have stopped for fresh air.  Myself and the senior crew members realize a serious error in trip preparation- no Dramamine has been procured for the journey.  Given the inclination toward motion sickness of the two junior crew members, this may put our trip in serious jeopardy.  While stopped, I utilize the opportunity to apply deodorant and also seek a solitary location in which to have an emergency cigarette.  Upon returning to the vehicle, I am pleased to learn that senior officer Mom has fashioned a makeshift barf bag out of the Froot Loops box.

Captain's Log, 11:35am 
Somewhere between Lowman and Stanley
As we continue our travels, crew member Angus has ceased his complaints of motion sickness.  The Froot Loops box was not used.  He has now turned his attention to the unfair nature of being made to use a child safety seat.  We find it necessary to stop so that senior officer Mom may take her leave for some fresh air.  During the stop, Angus exits the vehicle against orders, intending to urinate.  After much deliberation and "nancying around", he returns without doing so out of fear that a random traveler will see him peeing.

Captain's Log, 11:39am 
4 miles further
We have again been stopped for construction.  I fear that our continual stops are putting a major strain on crew patience, as well as delaying our ETA.


Captain's Log, 12pm
Somewhere slightly closer to Stanley
Despite strong urging against it, crew member Angus proceeded to eat a caramel apple sucker and has succeeded in getting it stuck on his teeth.  Senior officer Mom has confiscated the sucker, resulting in several miles of crying.  After repeated petitions for its return, pilot Mikenna has reached the end of her patience and has rolled the sucker around in the change drawer, rendering it inedible.  The severity of crying from the back seat has reached near-unbearable levels.


Captain's Log, 12:30pm
Stanley
We have stopped at the local gas station to procure more supplies, including cheese nachos and soda.  As we wait for other crew members to utilize the restroom, crew member Angus regales us with the tale of when he required a root canal and they almost had to put him down.  Despite my inferior driving skills and against my better judgment, I have taken over the driving responsibility.  

Captain's Log, 12:35pm
Stanley
Junior crew member Charlee has informed me that we forgot to purchase Dramamine pills at our last stop.  I stop again at another gas station and send her to procure them.  She returns empty-handed, as they do not sell Dramamine at this establishment.  We carry on without.

Captain's Log, 2pm
Middle of nowhere
It has been quite some time since any incidents involving the crew.  They are all sleeping and things are currently quiet. Despite being slightly drowsy, my spirits are high.  I am cautiously optimistic that we may finish out the trip uneventfully.

Captain's Log, 2:15pm
Somewhere near Challis
In a strange weather phenomenon, a torrential downpour of frozen rain commences.  Visibility is severely compromised.  Upon checking a calendar, we are surprised to confirm that it is July.  We shall make note of this occurrence, as typically in July, it is at least 50 degrees and too warm for water to freeze.  I slow to 35 MPH in order to account for the coating of hail that is making our passageway slippery and unsafe.

Captain's Log, 2:30pm
Somewhere past Challis
The torrential downpour continues.  The rain and hail has caused many rocks to fall from the cliffs lining our roadway and driving is difficult.  I make a mental note that it has been nearly two hours since I received any complaints or comments about my poor driving skills.  I vow to finish the journey safely in hopes of earning a reprieve from future criticism.

Captain's Log, 2:32pm 
Somewhere a little further
I have encountered a fallen rock directly in the path of our vessel.  Wary of swerving into the other lane or slamming on the brakes in fear of painfully jolting senior officer mom, I make a piss-poor split second decision and attempt to maneuver directly over the rock.  My judgment of the size of said rock was grossly incorrect and we are now stopped at the side of the highway, rock wedged firmly beneath the car.  The monsoon continues.  The senior officers exit the vehicle and discover a substantial lake of oil pouring from the automobile.  After several failed attempts to dislodge the behemoth rock, senior officer mom places a series of large rocks behind one of the tires, allowing me to slowly back over them, raising the vehicle and freeing us.  

Captain's Log, 2:35pm
Same goddamn spot
I have managed to pull the vehicle to safety into a large pull-out area below a cliff.  We have no cellular service.  Crew morale has reached an all-time low.  Unable to finish the last leg of the journey, I brave the rain to flag down several vehicles, imploring them to call for help when they reach cell service.  We can do nothing now but wait.

Captain's Log, 3:15pm
Side of the highway
The rain has stopped.  The sun is now beating down upon the car, creating a very uncomfortable climate inside.  As we are unable to utilize the air conditioning unit, we must open the car doors and pray for a breeze. Senior officer mom has decided that if "someone" can climb to the top of the cliff above us, we may be able to receive enough cell service to call for help ourselves.  After a quick visual survey of everyone present, the crew deduces that my jersey knit skirt and brand-new black converse sneakers are the perfect attire for a hike and I am nominated to go.  Outfitting myself with some emergency cigarettes and my cell phone, I set out to climb the cliff.

Captain's log, 3:30pm
Cliffside
I have made it partway up the side of the cliff.  The terrain is fairly unstable.  Given the recent precipitation and the loose rock of which the hillside is composed, the climb has been strenuous.  I stop to catch my breath and have an emergency smoke.  Looking down at the vehicle below me, I begin to suspect that the crew's desire for cell service may have actually been a ploy to get rid of me. I begin to question their motives. 

Captain's Log, 3:45pm
Cliffside
I have reached the topmost part of the cliff and am not surprised to find that no cell signal is available.  Other than one flurry of rain midway through the climb, the sun has beaten down quite fiercely as I hiked and my previously applied underarm deodorant has long since given out.  On a happier note, I have acquired a climbing partner.  A small black dog appeared about halfway up the cliff and she has been with me since that time.  Given the heat and fatigue, I begin to wonder if the dog is a figment of my insane imagination.  As it appears I will be unable to make an emergency call, I smoke my last cigarette and begin my jaunt down the cliff.

Captain's Log, 4:00pm
Side of highway
My journey down the cliff took far less time than the journey up, considering the amount of falling that occurred.  Luckily, my new found companion was there to pull me back from a fall to my death. It has begun to thunder quite loudly, scaring my canine friend into hiding beneath the van. Having made the hike for cell service unsuccessfully, I am now resigned to sit next to the vehicle, awaiting help.

Captain's Log, 4:15pm
Hell
Still no sign of help.  I fear a crew meltdown.  We are currently experiencing frequent bouts of crying and bitching.  I am running low on emergency cigarettes and the water supply is dangerously low.  If help does not arrive soon, we may be forced to make a difficult decision regarding which crew member to eat.  

Captain's Log, 4:30pm
At long last, assistance has arrived.  A tow truck was summoned to haul the vehicle to town.  We will ride along behind with our brother, who has brought a sizable vehicle to haul our crew and cargo.  A visual inspection of the underside of the vessel reveals to the tow truck driver that the oil pan has been obliterated.  Luckily, the damage was not more severe.  I was sad to leave my friend the dog-hero laying in the highway pull-out, especially after her attempts to save my life.  Perhaps future unlucky travelers will be aided by her efforts. 

Having given it quite a lot of thought, I have decided to step down as captain and turn my efforts toward more rewarding endeavors.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

THANK you............

It's about freaking time, people.
I know I'm usually funny, but it's time for a somber heart to heart. Have I not been talking about this for years? Have I not attempted to formulate a plan in the event of this very thing? Well if you value your safety and the safety of your family, you need to read this and consider making your own emergency plan, ok? Just promise me you'll think about it. I think about it at least once a day, which cannot possibly be a waste of brain power

CLICK HERE!!!

Monday, May 9, 2011

Crap We've Been Doing Instead of Blogging

So, I've gotten a few complaints that I haven't posted enough lately.  I haven't felt particularly bloggy lately, plus my mom was in the hospital, my sister's wedding rapidly approaches, and there have been a ton of things going on.  In order to catch all of you up and also to satiate your lust for my splendidly written word, I present to you......


Crap I've Been Doing Instead of Blogging

I extended my stay in Idaho Falls by an extra week.  Our Easter trip to the family ranch ended most abruptly with a two hour, middle-of-the-night, gut wrenching drive all the way back to Idaho Falls to take my mom to the emergency room.  Easter was mostly ruined, which made us all sad pandas, especially my mom.  She was there for a week with a raging infection.  I'd give more details, but it's all a blur of sleepless nights and not eating much and doctors and crying and fevers.   Mom is currently stable, but not great.  We appreciate all the well-wishers and casserole-makers and errand-runners who have helped our family over the past few weeks!  Since mom finally got to go home, my sister and I got to come home, too.

I did not return home empty handed, though.  As you can see, our flock has grown by 50%.


In case you question my calculations, I will demonstrate them here:


This should clear up any confusion.  

Our new recruit has only two speeds: On and Off.  She loves to play with the camera, so I had some difficulty getting a photograph of her.  She's a bit of a wild child. 








And finally, success.  Ladies and Gentlemen, meet.......

Tonks



 I'll pause for a moment while you recover from cyootness overdose...............Done?  Me either.  I'm OD'ing on adorable.  Tonks enjoys naps in the sun, fish-shaped pounce treats, sleeping underneath the covers, people food, and sneak attacks.  She also likes to play the "scary eyes" game and the "something under the blankets" game and napping on your chest and giving kisses.  Not unlike Argyle the lamb, but in a much more convenient size and with twice the level of cyoot*.

*See how I use "cyoot" instead of "cute"?  That's because ordinary "cute" doesn't cut the mustard on this.



 
In addition to playing with Tonks, Cody and I have been brewing a summer beer, which will be ready for consumption in a few weeks. It is currently in the fermentation stage.









Also, I noticed that the brewing process left us with a few pounds of spent grains, which I felt should not be simply thrown out.  Waste not, want not.......So I made spent grain bread.








In preparation for the wedding, I have been manufacturing hair pieces for the bride and her attendants to wear.  This was a total crap-shoot, as I didn't have a clue what I was doing.  Luckily, I underestimated my own level of radness.




I did manage to sneak in a trip to the Bruneau Sand Dunes as well.  Cody and I went with his parents to camp there for the weekend so we could bass fish.  Did someone say FUN TIMES?  It was me.  The fishing wasn't stellar- we only caught a couple and it was a little chilly, but it was the most fun I have ever had in rubber pants.  We also did some hiking to the top of the largest single structure sand dune in North America.  











As you can see, I've had my hands full.  I have a cartoon-heavy blog coming, I promise.  But I don't know when I'll get around to finishing it, as my maid of honor duties are becoming increasingly critical.  I've got four weeks to help the bride with last minute arrangements, daily workouts, practice makeup and hair, wardrobe and accessories, and a four tiered cake, which I have (hopelessly not foolishly) agreed to make and decorate.  So hang onto your panties if I don't blog much. 

Thanks for reading!
P.S.  More followers, please.  Tell your grandmas and postmen and third cousins and friends who might be looking to hire a blog writer or cake maker.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Argyle the Lamb

Meet Argyle.

Argyle's real name is actually Scott, but that's a silly name for a lamb, so I'm calling him Argyle.  I am in love with Argyle.


He is sweet and soft and he lets me kiss his nose and his lanolin makes my hands silky smooth.  If Cody loved ME as much as I love ARGYLE, he would let me bring him home to live in our backyard.
Hintity-hint-hint...........