Bob’s Story
1/30/30 (9PM). Just in RV for the last load of our haul. Going to get a trailer to attach to the back of the RV to haul more stuff. Stock pile for the apocalypse. Next, find a lair. A home to live. A nice big place. Doesn’t need to be a house. A skyscraper would hold all our future crap...maybe. Got my snacks and a cooler of sodas and bottled water near me in my little nook of the RV. Sue’s nook is across the way of the aisle. That way I can see what she’s upto. We can check each other’s projects. She’s typing in her diary blog...clog (computer log) as I am in mine. She & I confer w/ our notebooks and video recordings as to what we did and where and why and when. With no other who’s to write about yet. I got a haul of cool stuff. Stuff I’ve been wanting to get for a long time. You name it. I got it. I’m/we’re becoming regular hoarders (I remember watching that tv show). Opening up packages of this & that. Opening boxes of that & this. All w/a smile on my face. It’s like Christmas everyday in this post apocalyptic world...earth. My headphones on and music playing: old classic playlist from a pre-installed file on a new gadget that has all...ALL of recorded music in history. It has ALL books on file....& more. I’ll still read books, books. And CDs & DVDs. Sue’s going to bed. She was dozing off there for awhile. She almost fell into the aisle. Told her that her project will be there when she wakes up. That’s another thing. We sleep when we want. When we get tired. We both have a bedroom in this RV. I get the master bedroom of course. We’ll have a home too soon. We’ll be able to spread out and have our own floors or wings or skyscrapers across from or next door to each other. Or we could have our own street or streets or cities or continents or countries. Well I guess I’ll go to bed now. Bye for now.
Sue’s Story
1/31/30 (11:27am). Bob’s still asleep in his room. I’m going to read before breakfast/ brunch. Working on the ‘Harry Potter’ books (app on computer). But I’ll read the actual book w/ pages. Paper pages. Real bookmarks. First book in the series. After them. I’ll read J.K. Rowling other work.
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Thursday, December 26, 2013
The Fires of Time: Stranded
Bob’s Story (cont.)
1/30/30 (12:00pm) I decided to make the official date today to be January 30, 2030. We’re in a fully loaded RV eating lunch parked in another mall shopping center plaza deal close to Hershey, PA. I got the RV, a very nice one. It was brand spanking new off an RV dealership in here in Pennsylvania. We’re going to go explore this whole area together. First we have to find more non perishable food like canned goods and such like that plus soda and bottled water and chips and cookies. Snacks, bitch. I needs me my snacks. Oh, and we have a gas powered electric generator. Now we’re able to use electronic devices for DVDs, Blue-Rays, on the tv and video games. Music on this and that, ipads mostly connected to the speakers of a sick sound system. This is being typed on a laptop computer. Sue has a few of her own working on different projects. We have a lot of pics & video to archive. Documentaries for future generations to watch and we want them to look professional. Almost full on lunch. Sue’s got cold messing on a camera pointed at me while I am writing this. Check it out later...maybe...if we settle someplace nice. I’m done writing for now. Later...
Sue’s Story
1/30/30 (12:30pm). We’re going to go explore a new mall. A big place in PA (not sure how to spell the state so I’m not even going to try...find a paper map in there maybe). We’re in an RV Bob got off this huge selection of campers and RVs and such stuff. This looked like the best model there. Bye. Whoops, got to turn of the cameras (multi-angle deal to edit together later in some cool way) and the computers. He said we’re not going to keep the generator running 24/7. ‘Why not?’ I asked. He said, ‘cause. I said ‘cause why. He said ‘just because that’s why. He reminded me of mom and dad and my sister Sarah and my two brothers Johnny and Jimmy. Poor little Jimmy. He was just a baby. Mom’s unborn baby too. I got to catch up with Bob now. He’s already in the mall. The doors must’ve been unlocked. He got in quickly.
1/30/30 (12:00pm) I decided to make the official date today to be January 30, 2030. We’re in a fully loaded RV eating lunch parked in another mall shopping center plaza deal close to Hershey, PA. I got the RV, a very nice one. It was brand spanking new off an RV dealership in here in Pennsylvania. We’re going to go explore this whole area together. First we have to find more non perishable food like canned goods and such like that plus soda and bottled water and chips and cookies. Snacks, bitch. I needs me my snacks. Oh, and we have a gas powered electric generator. Now we’re able to use electronic devices for DVDs, Blue-Rays, on the tv and video games. Music on this and that, ipads mostly connected to the speakers of a sick sound system. This is being typed on a laptop computer. Sue has a few of her own working on different projects. We have a lot of pics & video to archive. Documentaries for future generations to watch and we want them to look professional. Almost full on lunch. Sue’s got cold messing on a camera pointed at me while I am writing this. Check it out later...maybe...if we settle someplace nice. I’m done writing for now. Later...
Sue’s Story
1/30/30 (12:30pm). We’re going to go explore a new mall. A big place in PA (not sure how to spell the state so I’m not even going to try...find a paper map in there maybe). We’re in an RV Bob got off this huge selection of campers and RVs and such stuff. This looked like the best model there. Bye. Whoops, got to turn of the cameras (multi-angle deal to edit together later in some cool way) and the computers. He said we’re not going to keep the generator running 24/7. ‘Why not?’ I asked. He said, ‘cause. I said ‘cause why. He said ‘just because that’s why. He reminded me of mom and dad and my sister Sarah and my two brothers Johnny and Jimmy. Poor little Jimmy. He was just a baby. Mom’s unborn baby too. I got to catch up with Bob now. He’s already in the mall. The doors must’ve been unlocked. He got in quickly.
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