I see FEMA is taking it seriously

We’ve had a few natural disasters around us lately. The earthquake in New Zealand, flooding in the northeast of the state, bad electrical storms towards to South Australian border. Then for some reason a work colleague who recently moved to the Dandenongs and faces bushfire risks asked me about what should go into a Bug Out Bag (BOB).

I don’t know why she asked me?

Might be all the zombie squad posters I have around my office.

I admit I have a bug-out-bag for me and the_weapon, but It’s not like I am over the top or anything. Not like these guys.

This is not to be confused with the Every Day Carry (EDC), which for me consists of a utility tool, a small bright torch, something I can use to light a fire, and duct tape. You’d be amazed how often you can find a use for duct tape. I like this brand.

Of course there are other organisations who are set up to provide advice for when TSHF (The Shit Hits the Fan) one of these in the US is The Federal Emergency Management Agency.  FEMA After Hurricane Katrenia there was a lot of complaints about how FEMA handled the emergency. I have more confidence in the agency now after I saw a picture of the office of FEMA’s Craig Fugate.

Yes there at the front of the pile of books is Max Brooks indispensable tome.

They may not know how to handle wind and rain, but should the undead walk the earth FEMA is ready.

 

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My Lunch with Bob

Well its 11:30PM, the_weapon and my_reason_for_living are bedded down for the night so the time is mine now.

I’ll make this quick because now is usually when I get to wander the Post-Apocalyptic wasteland of Fallout3 or lay some cooperative smack_down on Zombies in Left4Dead.

Every couple of weeks GuruBob and I catch up for lunch as we both work in Melbourne’s Central Business District. Bob has been an invaluable source to anyone seeking good each eats in this town. For the pass dozen or so visits we have tried different excellent eateries. Today we returned to the one we first dinned in.
You walk up an alleyway passing overflowing industrial bins whose odour mixes with the exotic spices of Chinatown. Inside the place was packed. The menu we got today were the ones that didn’t come with pictures so we had to wing it. We observed many dishes on the surrounding tables and tried to order based on what these meals looked like.

“That one has crab in it…”

“Oh on the menu they have crispy chilli pig intestine”

“NO”

“That one comes in a big bowl, and looks like it has chicken, do you think that’s Chilli Chicken Pot?”

” Let’s order that”

“And Cumin Pork Spare Ribs”…..

Well we weren’t disappointed, the food came and it was outstanding. The chicken was these tiny little clumps of deep fried goodness on thin bones passing through the chicken. More chick than chicken sized but there were lots of them scattered through out the plate.

Next time I will extend a general invite to those in the Melbourne CBD and take a camera. What I did do was save the left over ‘vegetables’ of the dish and took a photo when I got home.