The Compound -- General Shit
Talked to the Hobbit a couple of nights ago.
We are establishing a compound. It was going to be a commune, but only little hippies live in communes, and crazy heavily armed might-be-the-next-coming-of-John-Wayne people and all their followers live in compounds. Clearly, a compound. We get to rule like demi-gods over everything. I think I'll let my hair get real long and wear aviator sunglasses all the time. And camo shorts. All we are going to do is farm, ranch, fish and hunt. And drink.
There will be lots of people who want to live in the compound, so sorting them out may be a bitch, but we'll deal with that later. One definite qualification to get your ass through the gate is that all you must drive a flatbed truck no newer than 1995. Any computer shit must be replaced with actual metal parts.
Some general thoughts about the compound (I could take the time to organize these, but I'm lazy and would rather get the ideas down here and clarify/organize later):
The Wall: Around the entire compound is a wall. Not some pussy wall made out of fucking chain link or split rails or something. A real fucking, "keep the indians out" wall made of big damn logs sharpenend on the ends. The Wall would be like 7 or 8 miles long, because the compound sits on at least 700 acres.
House: The house will be like the one in McClintock. Weathervane and all. If you haven't seen McClintock, stop reading now, go watch the movie, and come back. Everything will make more sense. Very few people get to live in the house. The list starts with the group who lived at 1000K, although I'm still up in the air about HD since he only lived in the screened-in porch.
Shed: The rest of the people live in the shed. The shed is a big fucking Morton building. Half of it has concrete, and the other half is dirt. Living area is on the concrete side (separated from the dirt side by a big fucking blue tarp. The shed walls for the living area have that spray insulation shit on it. You have to be fucking tough to live in the shed, but that is part of the deal. Also, no furniture in the shed except bunks and footlockers. And gun racks.
We are establishing a compound. It was going to be a commune, but only little hippies live in communes, and crazy heavily armed might-be-the-next-coming-of-John-Wayne people and all their followers live in compounds. Clearly, a compound. We get to rule like demi-gods over everything. I think I'll let my hair get real long and wear aviator sunglasses all the time. And camo shorts. All we are going to do is farm, ranch, fish and hunt. And drink.
There will be lots of people who want to live in the compound, so sorting them out may be a bitch, but we'll deal with that later. One definite qualification to get your ass through the gate is that all you must drive a flatbed truck no newer than 1995. Any computer shit must be replaced with actual metal parts.
Some general thoughts about the compound (I could take the time to organize these, but I'm lazy and would rather get the ideas down here and clarify/organize later):
The Wall: Around the entire compound is a wall. Not some pussy wall made out of fucking chain link or split rails or something. A real fucking, "keep the indians out" wall made of big damn logs sharpenend on the ends. The Wall would be like 7 or 8 miles long, because the compound sits on at least 700 acres.
House: The house will be like the one in McClintock. Weathervane and all. If you haven't seen McClintock, stop reading now, go watch the movie, and come back. Everything will make more sense. Very few people get to live in the house. The list starts with the group who lived at 1000K, although I'm still up in the air about HD since he only lived in the screened-in porch.
Shed: The rest of the people live in the shed. The shed is a big fucking Morton building. Half of it has concrete, and the other half is dirt. Living area is on the concrete side (separated from the dirt side by a big fucking blue tarp. The shed walls for the living area have that spray insulation shit on it. You have to be fucking tough to live in the shed, but that is part of the deal. Also, no furniture in the shed except bunks and footlockers. And gun racks.
posted by White Hat Black Hat at 6:50 PM
2 Comments:
The fence should have watchtowers (i.e. sniper nests) and zip lines to get down. We also need a kegerator for the house.
That is for starters. More suggestions to follow.
Solid suggestion. This will have to be worked in.
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