Doomsday Seekers

The doomsday industry loves to talk about The Rule of Three - three minutes without air, three days without water, three weeks without food. What it rarely talks about is the Rule of Three Ply . Before we get to starvation and exposure, there is a long, grinding phase where nothing is technically killing you - but everything is harder, louder, smellier, and more psychologically expensive than you expected. Some losses will merely be infuriating. Others are quiet, structural death sentences we have mistaken for conveniences. Here is my triage of the modern world. Tier 1: High-Octane Infuriations These will not kill you outright. They will just make survival feel like an endless problem you cannot escalate. 1. Hot Showers as Emotional Reset Buttons A cold bucket bath keeps you clean. A hot shower keeps you sane. It is fifteen minutes of quiet, privacy, and the illusion that problems can be washed off. Without it, morale degrades fast. Not fatal - just corrosive. 2. The Illusion...

 (According to people who voluntarily starved on television) My wife and I have watched every season of Alone . Every one. Not live on the History Channel, of course. We usually watch it the way modern society prefers its hardship. Buffered, edited, and from a warm couch. The commercials still suck, though. Watch it on Hulu or something else if you can. The History Channel app always gets a bit out of sync after each commercial, creating a noticeable delay in the audio. We half-joke that Alone is probably the closest thing we currently have to The Hunger Games that society will tolerate. At least in this decade. Expect something more extreme to be birthed from the success of this show eventually. No districts. No Capitol. No explicit villain. Just mostly competent people dropped into isolation, filming themselves (allegedly) while they slowly starve, packaged as premium educational entertainment. Tasteful suffering. Carefully monetized. Ethically questionable. Which feels...

"Dedicated to doomsday hopefuls everywhere..." I don't think I really put much thought into that when I made it the tagline of this blog. It sounded funny, and it sort of fit the theme I was going for. Or maybe it just fit with my own long standing draw toward apocalyptic themes. Lately, though, when I open the blog and think about whether to post something, I find myself wondering what that tagline actually means. The blog started as a joke. Somewhere along the way, it turned into something more. What is so bad about modern living, anyway? I think the biggest and most obvious draw is actually pretty simple. People cannot stand the modern reality we find ourselves in and inevitably think, "Even post apocalyptic doom could be better than this." By becoming preppers, a lot of people are really just fantasizing about a life more aligned with our base survival instincts. We have systems in our DNA, at least in my view, that sit mostly dormant in a world where s...

I wrote this awhile back, and while it's not perfect, it's is that time of year again. Maybe I'll try to perfect it someday. Merry Christmas! I’ve added links to actual product suggestions. Buy them for yourself, a prepper in your life, or for me if you enjoy enabling questionable preparedness habits. Ten Days of the Apocalypse On the tenth day ‘til Doomsday my true love gave to me  A rifle and a Humvee .  -- (rifle link removed to avoid making the Google overlords angry.) On the ninth day ‘til Doomsday my true love gave to me  Two hand grenades  -- (these are inert, you can't buy real hand grenades) And a rifle and a Humvee.