Miss me? I'm not dead. Mostly because the zombie apocalypse hasn't happened yet. So that's a good thing. Me not being dead and the lack of zombies.
I started this project three years ago, because I was bored and because I was convinced something bad was going to happen and I wasn't going to be ready. Something bad is always happening somewhere. And most of the time, we have no control over it. We do have control over how we react to it.
And so the Post-Apocalyptic Workout was born.
But I burned out - mostly because of the constant emails telling me that I was doing it wrong.
You're doing it wrong and because of that you're going to die and the people you love are going to die then the people they love are going to die* and your pets are going to die and everyone's going to die and how do you feel about that, missy? OH WAIT YOU DON'T FEEL ANYTHING YOU'RE DEAD.
And then I started thinking maybe only assholes survive the apocalypse. What's the use of living if you're surrounded by assholes?
So not doing stuff turned out to be waaaaay easier than doing stuff and here I am, three years later. I have been Doing Stuff in Secret, like I weigh 15 pounds less now and I have earthquake supplies and...okay, that's all I've been doing for my zombie preparedness. JESUS BACK OFF, OKAY?
But then I started to miss it, this crazy little part of the Internet, with its conspiracy nerds and survivalists and those who just like a good zombie show, dammit.
I'm not saying that I'm back.
I'm saying that I never left.
I don't know what this is going to become, but there are some things you just can't plan for.
SEE YOU IN HELL, BITCHES,
Nina the slackmistress
*I particularly like that the people I love love other people, not me!