First stop, Washington (the state):
http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/02/17/marijuana.harvest.ap/index.html
SPOKANE, Washington (AP) – Law enforcement officers harvested a dubious record last year – enough marijuana plants to rank the illegal weed as Washington state’s No. 8 agricultural commodity, edging out sweet cherries in value.
Yup. Now, where the hell are my glasses?.. :eek:
I seriously consider finding a sperm bank and restarting the human race. I’d have to hurry though - I’m not that far from menopause.
Other than that - LOTS of lonely crying jags.
Lots of pets.
Lots of time at the library reading up on survival skills.
Try to move to a lifestyle not requiring electricity or other unsustainable-for-one-person technologies.
Just surviving should keep me pretty busy. Even more so if I manage to squeeze out a few kids.
Unlimited bass fishng. Oh, yeah, I’d get by.
Provided I survived the loss of my wife. That would be the real issue for me.
) authority on cloning.The 30 minutes of The Quiet Earth would probably happen to everyone.
Tell me more.
I’d travel. Might as well try hiking the Appalachian trail, there’s nothing else to do. Though I’d probably save that for after the electricity ran out. Up until then I’d be watching movies.
I’d become a necrophiliac for a while, until I was no longer able to stand the smell.
Then I’d learn as much about cloning as possible. Or human/animal hybrids.
I’d take one helluva long road trip. I suppose that I’d be limited by a couple of things, like the availabilty of gas, and the deterioration of the highway infrastructure. But, if I could manage to avoid a stupid accident or nasty wildlife encounter, I’d live out my days in relative contentment, being a witness to mother nature re-asserting herself.
Well I would not assume that I am the only one left. With that assumption I would set off to find the ‘others’ or at least one member of the opposite sex. I would set off on this great quest, knowing that I could stop in any house and find canned food and cloths as well as other supplies. I would be well armed, as one never knows what one will run into, and a gun could also be used to signal others.
Also I would assume cars are jus tthere for the taking, but then again roads would be clogged with people either going about their lives when it hit, or trying to escape.
I might opt for a motorcycle if the roads were impassable by car. Once I get to a coast I might look for a boat. Not having ever piloted a plane, I would tend to stay on the ground (or water), but wouldn’t rule it out entirely either, but would have to find a way to learn fast.
I would wonder just how long before it became very hard to find a working engine or vehical.
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=336538&highlight=drugs
Same thing. I’d spend all my time taking hallucinogens.
Go to church, get naked, and do my song-and-dance of “War! What is it good for?”
Mass consumption of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Hennessy VSOP, followed by a hopefully infinitely extended diabetic dirt-coma.
Mmmmmmm. Peanut butter.
I’d explore. I like the idea of hiking the Appalachian Trail. I’d try to learn to sail, and I’d sail around the world. (Would there still be GPS?) I’d head over to Papua New Guinea and look at all the animals.
And then I’d probably die of boredom, I suppose.
Well, with The Master gone, I guess that would make me the World’s Smartest Human.
Piece of cake.
I’d head up to DC and NYC and catch up on my musuems. Seriously, every time I finally make it to a museum, especially one w/ a really world class collection, I’m thinking to myself, “Wow!” “Wow, look at that one!” “Whoa! Why don’t I do this more often?”
Besides that, mostly what everyone else said about DVDs, books, and junk food.
You know that Twilight Zone episode where the guy joyfully goes into the library and then breaks his glasses? Well, that’s pretty much exactly what would happen to me.
Like others, I’d travel. But if animals survived, I wouldn’t travel by motor vehicle. I would ride a horse instead. No worries about finding fuel since it would be able to forage on it’s own, and it would be able to cross terrain even a Jeep or an enduro motorbike couldn’t go. Besides, all the stored gasoline would start turning to varnish after a few months anyway. My parents have horses and one in particular would be well suited for such a journey. I should be able to scavenge enough canned goods until I was able to read enough about wilderness survival to get by off the land.
Oh, and I’d mastrubate and cry myself to sleep every night.
[sub]Just kidding. I’d cry while I mastrubate, too.[/sub]