I’m very much Into The Wild, just like Chris McCandless, and I am not very well prepared and didn’t know what kind of crazy adventure this was going to be. And I’m kind of trapped since my van may be slightly damaged in trying to make it out here and also because its not 4×4 it may not make it back up the steep road.Just enough distilled water and honey to tide him over until next weekend when he arrives back at Mom and Dad's house.
Biggest thing is that the creek dried up. That means I have to ride my mountain bike 5 miles back up hill to the little town to buy water but I didn’t save any cash for that, figuring I’l boil the creek water and try living off the land. I’m doing OK for now without food because I’m sort of fasting and doing some cleansing after months of eating whatever my heart desires. I have enough distilled water at the moment.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Somebody needs to bring honey and distilled water to Casey
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I'm getting a strong "This Will Not End Well" vibe...
Does this dumbass have such bad ADD that he couldn't sit through to the end of "Into The Wild"?
Err sounds like he is wired in well...he could have gotten the same isolation in his parents back yard.
"I'm getting a strong "This Will Not End Well" vibe..."
Ditto. If he isn't eating ("fasting and cleansing," sheesh), it won't be long before he can't make that ride for water. He'll just lie down and die, or his heart will stop during the ride from an electrolyte imbalance. Or he'll get West Nile from the mosquitoes.
If I were a close relative, this is about the time I'd have him committed for 72 hours. He's certainly a danger to himself.
Does anyone remember the guy that had himself flown into the Alaskan tundra wilderness, and threw his .22 rifle and ammo into a lake so that he would more better be sensitive to the environment? Only, he forgot to tell the bush pilot to pick him up. Later they found his diary where he wrote of his recovery of the rifle, but totally water destroyed bullets and, his attempts at eating shrews and bugs, and him starving to death.
Outside of dying, he himself was totally recycled. In the words of Caddy Shack's Carl Spackler, he "had that going for him, which was nice."
(I kind of collect lefties vs reality encounter stuff.)
Jesse Jackson getting robbed by young black males.
The California tree sitter anti logger that fell to her death.
The Grizzly whispering guy getting eaten.
There was a pedestrian/anti private car expert that was hit by a bus when she stepped off a curb at a urban planning meeting in Philadelphia.
Anonymous, you may be thinking about Carl McCunn.
He did forget to tell the bush pilot to pick him up... realizing that he was slowly dying of starvation, he decided to shoot himself in the head.
The Sacramento man-boi presumably doesn't have that luxury. I agree about the psychiatric intervention, though -- if his behavior around his family is anything close to the behavior he displays online, he should've been institutionalized years ago.
Seriously. Is this even interesting anymore?
Rob, the remaining followers of Serin's trainwreck life are just looking for some final act, some closure.
Originally, imprisonment would've been nice. But Serin's death, alone in the woods, might also suffice.
Rob, don't pretend that you want to leave the movie theater before the climactic final scene. Especially a movie in which you played a supporting role.
There's going to be something climatic at the end? Not just the discovery of his ferret-chewn corpse?
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