TEOTWAWKI
The end of the world as we know it, as it's written on apocalypse forums. Blatantly stolen from this article. Looks a bit like Wotokahan.
A favorite bar discussion of mine is TEOTWAWKI. It's best to include at least two people you have just met or barely know. Fresh water and guns. Gardeners and college hippies. Survival training and suicide. Future projections. There's a large amount of ground to cover. Drinking adds wide-eyed accusations and a good lack of critical reasoning. Fun times had all around.
At work my super is the only one willing (able) to discuss literature with me. For a reason I promptly forgot, she brought me one of her favorite books to read, Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank. Never mind the paper thin characters and the plot consisting of the most unbelievable tripe, Mr. Frank sucks at imagining a post-apocalypse America. Just utter and complete failure.
After the bomb, city dwellers wouldn't just sit in their cities.
Hanging one highway-man in a small town would not deter all further lawlessness.
You do not forget the artesian well.
You do not forget the food you prepared the day before the bomb (in case of just such an emergency) for six months.
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Trashy pulpy nonsense. Which would be fine, but this book consistently gets rave reviews for "getting it right" and "thinking it through." I think Cormac McCarthy's The Road, by getting it actually right has ruined me for all previous and woefully failing attempts to create a realistic Post story. I remember finishing the Road in awe of his lack of writing a passage that I could find at all dubious. This is akin to when I finished No Country For Old Men last summer and dreamed of the amazing movie that could be made from it. Thank you for not sucking, Coen brothers.
A favorite bar discussion of mine is TEOTWAWKI. It's best to include at least two people you have just met or barely know. Fresh water and guns. Gardeners and college hippies. Survival training and suicide. Future projections. There's a large amount of ground to cover. Drinking adds wide-eyed accusations and a good lack of critical reasoning. Fun times had all around.
At work my super is the only one willing (able) to discuss literature with me. For a reason I promptly forgot, she brought me one of her favorite books to read, Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank. Never mind the paper thin characters and the plot consisting of the most unbelievable tripe, Mr. Frank sucks at imagining a post-apocalypse America. Just utter and complete failure.
After the bomb, city dwellers wouldn't just sit in their cities.
Hanging one highway-man in a small town would not deter all further lawlessness.
You do not forget the artesian well.
You do not forget the food you prepared the day before the bomb (in case of just such an emergency) for six months.
...
Trashy pulpy nonsense. Which would be fine, but this book consistently gets rave reviews for "getting it right" and "thinking it through." I think Cormac McCarthy's The Road, by getting it actually right has ruined me for all previous and woefully failing attempts to create a realistic Post story. I remember finishing the Road in awe of his lack of writing a passage that I could find at all dubious. This is akin to when I finished No Country For Old Men last summer and dreamed of the amazing movie that could be made from it. Thank you for not sucking, Coen brothers.
Labels: TEOTWAWKI
posted by Lord of the Barnyard at 1:21 PM
3 Comments:
I loved The Road. It spares us all the details of the event and focuses on what is most important, survival.
Don't worry Drew, everything will be better in the PAW
Post Atomic World?
Pre-Android West?
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