What use does a post-apocalyptic world have for an unemployed television writer who throws fabulous cocktail parties? The following pages will (hopefully) document my attempt to become a useful member of society in case of natural disaster, nuclear fallout, terrorist attacks or a zombie revolution.
Of course, this little social experiment depends on a whole host of factors: time, money, a true lack of actual nightmare scenarios, that sort of thing. It's not about fitting into a size two or filming myself eating bugs (not gonna happen) or going into full "Survivorman" mode. It's about learning how to carry my own weight - figuratively and literally. I've created a list that's linked under "the workout" there to your left. It's by no means an exhaustive list, and I imagine I'll be adding to it substantially as the year wears on.
I've envisioned this as sort of an audience-participation project, so please share your ideas, your criticisms, your input, your knowledge, and if you want to take this journey with me, please do.
