This thread in GD about four fifths of the Earth doomed to die in the nuclear war got me to thinking. Given the ongoing state of current affairs such as Liberia and the stock market as well as the opportunity as war profiteers to invest in the terrorist financial market now denied to the comman man, do you think it’s about time we should just pack it all in and break out the clubs?
Or should we wait at first? Five? Ten more years or so? You know, I’m hungry now.
** Blackeyes**–I like you. I like you twice as much, now that you bought some of my junk on Amazon.
But ** Blackeyes**–switch to decaf.
The world is not so bleak.
Look at it this way–we ain’t got Mongol Hordes.
When was the last time you heard of the Golden Horde of the Great Khan getting jiggy wit somebody?
Not for years.
Not since Nixon gave up whiskey in the AM, & Kennedy took it up.
No Visigoths, either.
So, if we can just get N’Sync to pack it in, we’re in the clear.
Don’t worry, be happy. 
No, not yet. I’m so close to getting some after about a year and a half dry spell. Give me a few more weeks.
Blackeyes, your ideas intrigue me. I’d like to subscribe to your newsletter.
Hey, I’ve got dibs on Amp’s brain.
Hmm…maybe we could start our own SDMB post-apocolyptic motorcycle tribe?
Are brains high cholesterol? I have to watch my cholesterol.
Of course. When isn’t a good time for skull goo feasts?
Mmmm … Brains …
Given some of the wild-eyed posts our dear Bosda has sent out screaming into the void, this is one of the funniest things I’ve ever read.
Seems like that’s a market failure that’s just waiting to be filled. Who’s with me?
I took my week’s vaca.
I’m feeling much better now.
Brains don’t fill me up. I want Meat, limbs are what real people eat.
Stop looking at me That way. I know one of my legs could feed a family of four. I’m not giving them up without a fight.
Munch- Do we get to wear big helmets with spikes on them? If so, count me in.
Blackeyes, I believe this link adequately addresses your concerns.
I can’t keep track any more. Someone email me when it’s time to STOP cracking open skulls and feasting on the goo within, OK?
Personnally I think Blackeyes is right, now is the time to start planning your post-apocalyptic lifestyle. Do you really want to wake up tomorrow and find out that civilisation has fallen, your neighbours have already joined a psychotic road gang (plus chosen their new hairdo and leathers) and ate your children without you?
Don’t be left behind, plan for future, if you want to do the zombie shuffle I suggest you start making contacts, rip up and dirty some clothing for the look and ranking your friends by brain size. For me the choice is easy, Evil skin eating underground mutant, so I’ll be looking for a dank sewer and some inbred kin…
Can I be the sassy yet tough-as-nails femme in the leather drag? With a tattoo of a demon, or scorpion, or heart with a dagger through it?
Just checking.
You people never let me have any fun.
Brains is okay on the Atkins diet, right? Even though they’re high in sugar? Just because there’s an apocalypse doesn’t mean I can’t stick to my weight loss goals.
Is the spot for the skinny guy with the crossbow, and the midget chained perpetually to his leg taken?
I’m practically there already.
I love brains, hey hey hey!
I love brains, every day!
Brains are an excellent source of protein
I love brains!
High in fiber, low in fat!
Hey, I bet you didn’t know that!
– a paraphrased Brak
Y’know, I went to Swarthmore, and could probably locate some pretty good brains to feast on. I went to Brown, too, but that’s more like “brains lite.”
So is there some way we can go ahead and turn ourselves into brain-eating zombies? I know we can probably find some Haitian witch doctors in New Orleans to make some sort of weirdassed potion to do it, but '50s horror flicks have taught us that nuclear fallout/side effects can also do the trick.