In Post-Apocalypse on March 22, 2010 at 10:02 am
Your survival depends on your ability to create a fire easily and repeatedly. Those words are important. If it takes you a half hour to find kindling and combustibles, you don’t want to spend another cold and hungry half hour trying to bang rocks together to get a spark. That’s far too much time and energy wasted. However, matches or lighters will not be the solution either. During the apocalypse, you’ll need to create a fire nearly everyday to cook your food, sanitize drinking water and to warm your bones. Your matches and lighter fluid will run out well before end of your first winter. Let’s look at some other options.
In Post-Apocalypse on March 15, 2010 at 9:58 am
Surviving post-nuclear radiation poisoning will be a real challenge. Understanding alpha, gamma and beta particles will be key to your survival. This film clears some of those questions up, and thankfully, also dispels some rumors about the post-apocalyptic world. My favorite is when the narrator explains that radiation won’t create an “overabundance of freaks.” – which brings up the question – how abundant are freaks now?
The film also seems to suggest that one of the worst parts about radiation is that you will lose your hair and the other guys at the office will call you “ol skinhead” or “chrome-dome.” But the narrator tells us to never fear, your hair will grow back. Whew!
Now ladies and gents, please turn off your cell phones, and enjoy the film! (Continued…)
In Post-Apocalypse on March 5, 2010 at 3:52 pm
I live in Melbourne, Florida, a smallish community which has become more of a small town for Orlando. We are located right on the shores of the Indian River, which is actually the worlds largest lagoon.
Catfish, shrimp, shark, turtles, crabs, the river is abound with edible life! So I figure, better to take my chances ON the water then with the rest of the desperate, hungry, and ignorant masses on the shore. So, lets say I get a some pallets together, collect a whole bunch of milk jugs, and net the milk jugs under the wood to keep me afloat.
I want to know what your ideas on how I might not only survive, but flourish, on the water.
So you want to be the Apocalyptic Huck Finn of the Indian River? You’ll have your fishin’ pole with a radioactive carp on the line while chewin’ on a ol’ straw shoot. Sounds great, but just like Huck, you’ll have southerners on the shores trying to get at you. Only in the apocalypse, they won’t be after your slave friend Jim, they’ll be after your gear and will be wanting to eat your ass. (continued…)