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Embrace who you are. Let your heartlight show you the way.

Heartfelt, I tell ya. I heart that about you.

This country has become particularly enamoured of apocalyptic thinking for a while, now. It ramped up during the Cold War (and strangely, not during WWII) and the latest New Millenium spawned Rapturama, 911, and Al Gore have cranked up the volume a bit. The bottom line is that this country has way more of everything than it actually needs, so the idea of a nationwide zombie invasion due to scarcity sounds a bit southbound in a northbound off ramp. I suppose an earthquake could create a temporary security and supply issue within a region like ours, but it seem to me that the best response to such an event is to pitch and help rebuild like a human being, rather than run and hide like a rodent. Being prepared for a forced evacuation is one thing, but stocking up to 'bug out' seems a bit weird, socially irresponsible, and counterproductive to me. You're just going to clog the very thoroughfaires that will be needed most to get supplies and help into the devastated area. From a security standpoint, you're more likely to come under zombie ambush while stuck in a traffic jam in unfamiliar terrain than you would from the well armed sanctity of your fortified home. The zombies will mobilize along all the major escape corridors, concentrating on bottlenecks. Side roads will no doubt be heavily patrolled by local brain eaters with some serious home court advantage. All they need do is drop a tree to trap you and your screaming family in a cul de sac, ensuring your presence at dinner. You might consider arming your little ones, but with all the stress of having thousands of zombies beating on or clinging to your vehicle, the little ones are just as likely to shoot each other or you before they bag their first living corpse. Once the undead break a window and start sucking the kids out through it, your line of fire or shaolin sword thrust is blocked by shreiking Henleys and whimpering Madisons. The dark hordes then need only chew through your family members one by one until its just you left. At that point, most folks start to reconsider who the gun is for. In stark contrast: At home, you can lounge behind a borrowed jersey barrier on a chez, fondling the duct tape mounted AR 15s at predetermined sectors of fire, never more than an arms length from a generator powered mini fridge full of Rockstars and Natty Lites, rather than being forced to crouch behind a sheet metal door peering out into the dark forest, wondering when your overloaded escape vehicle will sputter its last when the empty light finaly gets bright enough. If the zombies breach your ground floor perimeter, it's no problem to fade back to the second floor, with its soaking tub, wine chiller, home theater, and conveniently constrictive staircase. The occasional grenade-on-a-Slinky is all that's needed to ensure that your guests continue to respect your privacy.

YOu got 'im, Boss! Just the standard, ambient fuckin' with the Spotter, thas all. Just keeping the international relationship up. Plus, this weather sucks pink sock.

Way to git sum!

I just wanted to add that of all the posters here, you are the most heartfelt.

Unfortunately for your comment, my comments came straight from the mouth of an experienced recruiter. If I were you, I'd be sharpening my CD collection rather than spraying. Remember, you're my buffer against the brain eaters. Happy 2009!

If you're too dumb to figure out how to make your profile private, then you're too dumb for the job. A private profile on a public medium designed primarily so that people can find you. Now that's smart. Yes, imagine that. And then only people that you accept can view your full profile. Everyone else can merely see the fact that you have one. Pretty clever, them Facebook folks... Even more clever is denying access to your Facebook profile to the very company you're trying to snag a job from. But you probably couldn't have been expected to think of that, given the limited resources at your disposal....

I live in Seattle proper. I'm well buffered by Bellevue soccer moms from the Billcoes of the world. With all the tweakers running around the PNW's more 'bucolic' locales, I'd say the zombie apocalypse is already well underway. Besides, everyone knows you don't need ammo for either your shaolin sword or CD collection.

Seems pointless, given how straightforward the other side of the creek is. In any case, we saw no sign of it.

Take that attitude up Night N' Gale or Isodorth and see how accurate it is. With less than 6 inches of light powder on the ground in the area, (and probably less at Night N Gale, an even dryer locale, pretty accurate, even now. And two out-of-the-way routes out of hundreds don't exactly constitute a quorum. But I guess that's what the interwebs are for; you don't really have to go to a place to know better than anyone else exactly what's going on. And no one works that avenue of expertise better than our very own Dru.

Your math is off I'm only 50,is it tough being a asshole? ! Well - you said you graduated high school 32 years ago so I was generous (despite the evidence) and figured you'd only repeated a grade three times. Actually i said its been 32 years since i was in High School, but i did graduate in 76s after 13 years of the Kent School System (K-12)and turned 18yrs old 3 weeks before cap and gown,sorry to disapoint you. Just wanted to work out doors,buy a MGB,Ski,Hike,party,and get laid!(had 3 MGBs 1976,73,64 and a 65 MG 1100 GT.) Ended up at Boeing for damm near 7yr. in the ShotPeen-RotoPeen Dept reading blue prints,writing Setups,filling out truck loads of paper work,setting up and operating 7 Million dollars of new machines,most of witch were one of a kind,and working on Million dollar parts with toleracnes of +/- .000001 of a inch for the 727,737,747,757,and 767(Hated being in doors)! Bought a house at 19 for a tax write off,a Porsche at 20 and sold the house,shipped the Porshce,quit Boeing and moved to Hawaii for a 4 year vacation in 83 and partied my ass off like a never ending "Spring Brake" for me enjoying life when your young and work when your old seemed to make more sense,at 50 i have no regrets but have slowed down some,my eyes are bad,hairs turnning gray,and the women my age are pertty much hammmered! Last night FairWeather miss spelled Centralia so i guess he must be illiterate too?The truth is People who Stutter are not Dumm,people who talk slow are not Retarded,people who miss spell words are not Illiterate,People who cant read are Illiterate and people who use big words to belittle others are usually full of them selfs or trying to impress some buddy who knows what a ass muncher they are,But this is SPRAY AND I'M A LONG FOR THE RIDE!!! BTW i have checked out some of your TRs and didn't need to have them read to me,nice stuff!! HAPPY HOLLIDAYS DUMMASS!! Jesus, tell it to your FB profile. Why Lord, Why?

If you're too dumb to figure out how to make your profile private, then you're too dumb for the job. A private profile on a public medium designed primarily so that people can find you. Now that's smart.

What I've done to prepare: Live as far away from people like you as possible.

Honeyman: in, flowing strong left side. Nicoaman: in, strong flow bursting from center; nervewracking. Oregon Jack: In, top pillar barely climbable due to thin, wet conditions Marble Canyon: Deeping touching down, bongable pillar, damp. Left side mixed OK. Icy BC lower very wet.

The Lillooet area receives too little snowfall to have avalanches. In addition, none of the major routes have snowfields above them. Temperatures remain below freezing, so the ice is just getting fatter and fatter. Honeyman and Nicoeman were both in, if a bit on the wet side. Ya just gotta know where to go.

Tvash and Ivan here. Loading up the rocket for a deep space launch in the earliest hour. Smokes, gossip, my paleolithic spaghetti. its not ghey if you close your eyes, right?

Am I the only guy who needs a translator here?

FYI: Facebook is the first place HR goes to check out how much of an assclown the new job applicant is.

I've got a stocking full of it if anyone needs some.

You haven't yet received the 'yule log' I sent you, I take it.

Teaming up for The Biggest Loser comes to mind

Seattle, of course. Who the hell ever goes to Redmond when then don't absolutely have to?

Merry Christmas Bug!

May? Hmmm...let's see, 4-5 months to train...You're on, cripple. Get well soon and Merry Christmas.