Wednesday, 3 September 2014

Pondering the beginning of the end...

Over millennia there have been a multitude of different prophecies about the end of the world; the Rapture, Ragnarök, the Mayan apocalypse, the Large Hadron Collider, all stating that in one way or the other, our world as we knew it would come to an end.  But so far... nothing.  There’s been no catastrophic comet collisions, the crust of the earth hasn’t erupted like a pustulent follicle, we haven’t been devoured by mini black holes, nor been invaded by an alien species who have assimilated the bodies of our politicians (although that may be one way of forcefully injecting intelligence into our esteemed representatives?)  Whichever event may have been predicted, it hasn’t happened.  So, how have I been sucked into the whole ‘Lets prepare for the end of the world’ concept?


My background in nursing and a brain that errs on the side of the scientific, logical, analytical conclusion usually preclude me from giving much consideration to these ‘end of the world’ prophecies.  I mean, seriously, how much credit can you give to a statement that the world is going on end on this specific day, at this specific time, from a random person who in all likeliness, isn’t quite right in the head?  Well, a lot, apparently.  And this is something I find fascinating: despite the continual disappointment of the world not ending at the prescribed time, there is a large section of the human population who will devote varying amounts of time, energy and often a large amounts of money to preparing for the end of the world.  Ranging from simply putting a bag over ones head at the appointed time, to having a 3 foot thick concrete walled bunker stocked with 2 years of supplies in the middle of nowhere, why do people fortify themselves this way? Have they thought through the various scenarios? Have they considered the cross-purpose potential of their preparations if something different occurs? Is it something that they will actually use when the time comes, or is it really just a salve to soothe their fear of the unknown in the here and now?



So after watching three seasons straight of The Walking Dead, and indulging in too many disaster films, I found my disgustingly overactive imagination wondering ‘well, what would I actually do?’ Not surprising for someone of my generation, my initial answer to this question was - Google it.



And what a can of worms that was.  Being primarily American sites I was directed to, most of the advice was – ‘guns, lots of guns, and ammunition, and explosives, oh, and maybe a bottle of water’.  Might I add here – not helpful.  In Australia we have tight firearm restrictions and the concept of having 15 loaded semi-automatic rifles in your house for protection is just not going to happen. On the other hand, there was a deluge of information about ‘Bugging Out’ – the concept of taking a bag of supplies (a Bug Out Bag or BOB) to last you 72 hours and enable you to get the hell out of the populated areas to a place you may or may not have prepared in advance.  A fantastic way to spend hundreds of dollars on stuff you’ll probably never use – think miniature survival kits in sardine cans, itty bitty first aid kits, energy nuggets (read chewie lollies), tiny pouches of long life water etc, all stuffed into an expensive military grade backpack.  Problem – I live in Australia, where everything tries to kill you.  I mean it: everything.  The sun, the weather, the country side, the wild life, the plants – if you tried trekking about out here without some decent prior knowledge, you’re not going to make it three days even if your tiny water pouches lasted that long.  Needless to say, I had to find some more useful information.



Right.  Priorities.  How to establish the what’s, why’s, how’s, when’s, where’s, what the ...?  The things your teachers tell you in high school are right - learning to research does come in handy occasionally – especially when it’s for things that aren’t compulsory or work/study related.  Sometimes, it can even be fun (don’t laugh – you’d be surprised!). Anyway, we'll get into that next time.


Until next time :)
KC

By way of introduction.

Hi there!

Admittedly, this is my first attempt at blog writing, so apologies first and foremost. Now, to introduce myself? I'm a 30 year old Registered Nurse from Queensland, Australia.  I'm married to a fellow shift worker, and I have two dogs, a Bull Mastiff x Rottweiler called Bear, a Beagle called Alice, and three cats, Trixie, Theo and Ella.  We don't have children (unfortunately) but subsequently that leaves many other options open for the use of my time. I'm very much a *deep in conversation* '...oh look, squirrel!' sort of person, with a rather eclectic collection of hobbies and interests. I am something of a rambler and my ideas tend to jump around a lot.

Guided by an over active imagination and too much spare time in the wee hours of the morning, my intention for this blog is to chronicle my journey to self sufficiency, or what self sufficiency is possible on a dry 700m2 block of dirt in Australian suburbia. Inspired by watching one too many disaster movies, and three seasons of The Walking Dead in quick succession, I'm hoping to prepare what my imagination considers to be the necessities needed to survive a Zombie apocalypse.  The reality however, will more likely be random collection of thoughts, ideas and half finished projects started whilst procrastinating about said self sufficiency projects.

On the other hand, if half arsed attempts at doomsday prepping aren't really your thing, and you have anything resembling a passing interest in Cosplay, Pop Culture, Conventions, Steampunk, Medieval Reenactment, Sewing, Costuming, Craft, Rockabilly and Vintage Clothing, Dogs, Cats, Photography, Travel, Literature, Movies, Firefly, Archery, Veggie Gardening, Societal Collapse, Bugging Out or Zombies, then I'm pretty sure you'll find something here for your amusement :-)