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You are forgetting that making the arrows is actually as difficult as making the bow.

Plus I think crossbow bolts are easier to make than traditional arrows anyway.

Earlier in this very thread I pointed out that good arrows are harder to make than good bows. 

I learned how to make both at an early age, and to shoot accurately. I can also use an atlatl and a sling. I can make a serviceable flint knife and an arrow or spearhead if need be. None of the skills I'm suggesting would be good for long-term post-apocalyptic survival are actually difficult to learn, and all could come in quite handy if society broke down to the point where it could take several generations, or even centuries, to recover. Having at least the basic ABILITY to make a serviceable longbow and arrows is just sort of a basic survival concept. I'm sure that crossbows would be more practical, assuming you had access to the right materials, but for long-term group survival it sure would be nice to know how to make everything you need for survival without requiring parts you might not always have access to.

Well gosh, I guess no one should ever use metaphorical or figurative language to make a point!

Heaven forbid! Oh noes, I used the word "heaven"... that must mean I'm appealing to a metaphysical entity! 

Looks like you have some pretty major religious hang-ups, and you're VERY busy projecting them.

The OP is mired in Cartesian duality and ego-identification.   I could barely keep my eyes open.

Look at the assumptions in the premise:

So the deal is, the first thing that happens when you arrive is you get dumped into a yellowish or brownish meat-bag filled with red and white.

"When you arrive?"  Who is "you?"  Where is "you" arriving from?  For that matter, where is "you" arriving to?

"You" must be separate from the body, because "you" is dumped into a "meat-bag."  Meat-bag is clearly idiomatic Jerkass for the body.

Does "the first thing that happens when you arrive" mean that the sequence of events is

• "You" Arrives From (???) to (???)
• "You" is abruptly dropped or falls into A Body

That would seem to imply that wherever "you" arrive to is above the body you will be dropped or fall into.

I don't really care.  You started off with the Cartesian flaw, you can't get anywhere once you allow that.  Once you embrace Cartesianism, you're talking about religion.  I can consult my own pineal gland, thank you very much.

Though I really enjoy the use of the word dumped.  That opening line evokes images of angels swooping down from Heaven and crapping souls into little babies.

Posole or GTFO.

Posole is Mexico.

February yields some good news! The Male Offspring got the results of his TAG testing back.. 99% in reading and 97% in math. That means he can go to the ACCESS Academy this fall if they have a space.

I did just about the same.

I also highly resented my parents taking any sort of credit for it.

As far as I can tell, the only influence we had in this was possibly genetics, and probably being very verbal geeks who read a lot, leading him to think reading is interesting and worth his time.

He is exceptionally verbally developed for his age, and one of his stupid-ass teachers has marked his book reports "incomplete" more than once because the dumb bitch assumed that he copied off the back cover. WHO HAS THE LAST LAUGH NOW? MO owned her dumb ass!

Meanwhile, EFO (Magickal Hrosie) is going through puberty and failing Spanish and math. Also, crying a lot, and threatening to burn her father's house down.

Update:  Work stuff still unresolved but the flu has flown.  However we did have to take my daughter to the emergency room the other day because she was really, really sick.  Turned out just to be a really nasty, 24-hour stomach bug.  Anyhoo, back to the ether, talk to you spags again sometime. 

RWHN! Hi RWHN!

I'm glad your kid is just down with a short-term flu, hope she feels better very soon!

I hate when that happens!

Doing zippers is not so bad if you have a good zipper foot. You might want to go to a sewing center and compare your zipper foot with others there.

Oh dear, what now!

Warring twin dynasties?

Red is grits

Blue is polenta.

I wore the 'worksafe' side today...but showed off the fuck when I could. 

I like the idea of "showing off the fuck".

The Republican-American on some Discordian internet groups

that was brilliant!

IT'S ALL GROSS.

you're telling me you wouldn't eat BACONAISE?

I would if it was naturally flavored with real bacon, but not that artificially-flavored vegetarian freakshow crap.

Ofuck, it's going to take me a while to read this! Maybe I'll print it out.

Do you think its too long to hold the reader's attention?

I think that depends a lot on whether the reader is me, or someone with an attention span.

 

What good is that going to do your descendants in 150 years?

why should I (or anyone) care?

I care because I want to spawn the dynasty that rules the Pacific Northwest with a keen eye and an iron fist. In order for this dynasty to happen, the little shits will need to be able to survive.

Troof. In the event of societal collapse etc., whoever spawns the most surviving grandkids wins. Or at least that's how I like to view it.

Yes. It's like a video game!