I’ve been posting onto Facebook a 10-day “Final Countdown to Antarctica” using movie posters to illustrate the point. This is an archival posting, collecting all the posts into one go, including an exclusive reveal of the final two days before they’re up on the ol’ FB. See? Reading runkevinrun.com has its privileges. The lamest privileges around but privileges nonetheless.
And as I have just received a new duffle bag courtesy of Amazon Prime, I suppose I really do need to start packing. I can’t believe how nonchalant I’m being about this whole thing. I’m excited and anxious for the adventure but oddly not worried about the logistics of travel or the harsh, cold realities of the run. I think oddly that once Marathon Tours told me, effectively, that “the shit’s going to hit the fan… don’t let it hit you” and offered little to no advice on how to avoid being hit with shit, well, you just roll with it, ya know? So maybe it was a good thing they were so annoyingly vague about helping. Self-reliance is what they are teaching us, much as Dr. Jones once told his son Henry he did for him in his youth. Still, for the price we paid, you wish they’d had a bit more shit-repellant advice.
Oh, and I debated long and hard about typing the word “shit” repeatedly in this post. I even went so far as to google “comic words for shit” to see how other media, particularly comic strips, have handled such things in the past. Intriguingly, there are at least two technical terms for the string of symbols and characters that appear in word bubbles or in various print media to convey an expletive without actually writing the word. It’s called variously grawlix or profanitype. The website I found that on even has a hilarious and yet kind of racist Three Caballeros example with Donald Duck swearing up a storm:
In any case, here’s the Final Countdown archive:
