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UF Students Get Serious with Anti-Zombie Training

ACTUAL TRAINING VIDEO for the inevitable battle: zombies vs. humans

OK. As suggested by a blOg reader, this is a follow up for the April 8th post about “Dancing zombies documented at University of Florida!” First, let me say that we did things differently when I was a student at UF and–though I hesitate to state the obvious–this was a few years back. In particular, we wasted what precious free time we had doing things like watching horror movies at the midnight movies or drinking beer. Frankly, it never occurred to me that I ought to be training for what many people see as the inevitable collapse of human civilization at the filthy hands of a murderous zombie hoard. The scenes shown in this video are from an actual training exercise. No real zombies are shown. No zombies were killed or injured in the making of this video. Continue reading “UF Students Get Serious with Anti-Zombie Training”

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REVIEW: The Deacon’s Masterpiece Or, The Wonderful “One-Hoss Shay”: A Logical Story

This review is part of the "Great Poetry Series" on K_Line Christian Online

NAME OF POEM: The Deacon’s Masterpiece Or, The Wonderful “One-Hoss Shay”: A Logical Story
AUTHOR: Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809 – 1894)
DATE: 1885
THEME: There is always a “weak spot” in any piece of equipment or technology–something that breaks first. This poem is about a wonderful piece of machinery (the one horse shay) which is designed and built so well that there are no weak spots. The result is (sort of) a “logical story.”
REQUIRED READING? YES

Deacon's One Horse Shay

POEM:

Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay,
That was built in such a logical way
It ran a hundred years to a day,
And then, of a sudden, it — ah, but stay,
I’ll tell you what happened without delay,
Scaring the parson into fits,
Frightening people out of their wits, —
Have you ever heard of that, I say?

Seventeen hundred and fifty-five.
Georgius Secundus was then alive, —
Snuffy old drone from the German hive.
That was the year when Lisbon-town
Saw the earth open and gulp her down,
And Braddock’s army was done so brown,
Left without a scalp to its crown.
It was on the terrible Earthquake-day
That the Deacon finished the one-hoss shay.

Now in building of chaises, I tell you what,
There is always somewhere a weakest spot, —
In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill,
In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill,
In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still,
Find it somewhere you must and will, —
Above or below, or within or without, —
And that’s the reason, beyond a doubt,
A chaise breaks down, but does n’t wear out. Continue reading “REVIEW: The Deacon’s Masterpiece Or, The Wonderful “One-Hoss Shay”: A Logical Story”

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