Rob is absolutely right. When you get a car nowadays, cigarette lighters and ashtrays are optional. You have to get the 'smoking package' to have them. My car is fairly recent (2009), and did not have that package.
S'a brilliant idea, but not possible here.
As for gas, at the moment, I'm sort of in 'go and find civilization' mode. I'm learning to survive (slowly), before setting off. Right now, I don't think of gas as something I can start fires with, but as stuff to make me go- therefore something to hold on to. If I did think of it, I'd realize I didn't have a siphon, or any idea how to tap a fuel line, and give that up. Still would require a spark, too.
I haven't noticed that I haven't noticed any insects, CD, because I loathe the things with every fiber of my being that's not busy doing fun stuffs. If I did, my reaction would be less concerned, and more thrilled. I'd build a summer home there. Also, the fire bow is a great idea, but so's running my car for a while, lifting the hood, and using the engine to heat a stick enough to make tinder catch... which I've also not thought of.
The hardest bit of the dragon idea is finding a dragon.
Anyway, things, they be happening!
**********Entry 9 (Day 6)It didn't stop. The rains fell ALL DAY. I was starting to think I'd drown.
On the plus side, that was the best night's sleep I've had since I got here! I've always needed noise to sleep properly, and the pounding rain delivered that. I slept like a baby.
Couldn't tell you how long I slept, since the world was just as wet and gray when I woke up as it was when I laid down. What I know is that the pounding sound of rain on car began to slow about 20 minutes (thank you, car clock) after I woke up, and after a few more minutes of fading rain, I decided it was worth going outside to take a look around.
I regretted it from the instant I stepped out of the car. Walking through a thick layer of mud tends to do that. Worse still, the shoes I'd been wearing six days ago were a bit old, and weren't quite watertight anymore. That got old right quick.
Still, the rain was down to a sprinkle, so I was holding out hope of getting a meal soon. I squished my way over to the edge of the cliff to take a look at the lower river, straining to pick out any details I could through the clouds... only to hear a sudden crack of thunder. Then it happened again.
At this point, I was quite confused. Even with all those clouds in the way, I should've been able to see lightning, if only as the clouds lighting up... but nothing. Well, nothing at first. After a half dozen more thunderous booms, I started to see flashes of light in the clouds, past the edge of the cliff. I focused, straining my eyes to make out anything more, any details at all...
The explosion caught me completely by surprise.
The next thing I remember was pulling my face up from the ground, feeling the first drops of blood roll down my abused face as I levered myself up. Above me, the clouds parted, and I winced at the sudden deluge of light. After a few bleary seconds, mostly spent furiously rubbing my eyes and blinking, I managed to get my vision to clear, and looked up.
The first thought I had was Huh. I must've hit my head harder than I thought. I could swear I'm seeing a man standing in the sky.
I will never forget that moment. Not for the rest of my days.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
S'a brilliant idea, but not possible here.
As for gas, at the moment, I'm sort of in 'go and find civilization' mode. I'm learning to survive (slowly), before setting off. Right now, I don't think of gas as something I can start fires with, but as stuff to make me go- therefore something to hold on to. If I did think of it, I'd realize I didn't have a siphon, or any idea how to tap a fuel line, and give that up. Still would require a spark, too.
I haven't noticed that I haven't noticed any insects, CD, because I loathe the things with every fiber of my being that's not busy doing fun stuffs. If I did, my reaction would be less concerned, and more thrilled. I'd build a summer home there. Also, the fire bow is a great idea, but so's running my car for a while, lifting the hood, and using the engine to heat a stick enough to make tinder catch... which I've also not thought of.
The hardest bit of the dragon idea is finding a dragon.
Anyway, things, they be happening!
**********Entry 9 (Day 6)It didn't stop. The rains fell ALL DAY. I was starting to think I'd drown.
On the plus side, that was the best night's sleep I've had since I got here! I've always needed noise to sleep properly, and the pounding rain delivered that. I slept like a baby.
Couldn't tell you how long I slept, since the world was just as wet and gray when I woke up as it was when I laid down. What I know is that the pounding sound of rain on car began to slow about 20 minutes (thank you, car clock) after I woke up, and after a few more minutes of fading rain, I decided it was worth going outside to take a look around.
I regretted it from the instant I stepped out of the car. Walking through a thick layer of mud tends to do that. Worse still, the shoes I'd been wearing six days ago were a bit old, and weren't quite watertight anymore. That got old right quick.
Still, the rain was down to a sprinkle, so I was holding out hope of getting a meal soon. I squished my way over to the edge of the cliff to take a look at the lower river, straining to pick out any details I could through the clouds... only to hear a sudden crack of thunder. Then it happened again.
At this point, I was quite confused. Even with all those clouds in the way, I should've been able to see lightning, if only as the clouds lighting up... but nothing. Well, nothing at first. After a half dozen more thunderous booms, I started to see flashes of light in the clouds, past the edge of the cliff. I focused, straining my eyes to make out anything more, any details at all...
The explosion caught me completely by surprise.
The next thing I remember was pulling my face up from the ground, feeling the first drops of blood roll down my abused face as I levered myself up. Above me, the clouds parted, and I winced at the sudden deluge of light. After a few bleary seconds, mostly spent furiously rubbing my eyes and blinking, I managed to get my vision to clear, and looked up.
The first thought I had was Huh. I must've hit my head harder than I thought. I could swear I'm seeing a man standing in the sky.
I will never forget that moment. Not for the rest of my days.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.