A researcher refering to a school field trip as ‘ moving onto emergent learning’, that’s what .
Ah c’mon! Having a show and tell and a nature table on a big scale is good teaching certainly but it is not groundbreaking research.
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I believe that it’s important, nay vital! That we all keep up to speed on the zombie apocalypse. While I have gifted you with essential reading and some essential thoughts on self-preservation, I’ll readily admit that I can’t cover every eventuality and that some of my ideas (like wrapping your injured comrades in bite-proof gaffa tape and leaving them on the battlefield for retrieval at a later date) havent’ always fallen upon agreeable ears.
So, in the interests of your survival, seek guidance elsewhere from time to time:
http://www.zombiesarecoming.com/
http://zombiebloggers.blogspot.com/
http://www.zombiesarecoming.com/
My grandfather passed away this day last year. I said to myself that day that I’d go to my local, wherever that was, and have a pint of Guinness for him a year to the day… So here I am. We were very close, though living in another country I didn’t see him as often as I’d have liked (and when I was younger I didn’t have the sense to want to see him more). He taught me some of my most important lessons about… Well, I guess the simplicity of decency I’ll call it. It’s not difficult to be decent and small acts of decency transform the world. I remember one of the last times I saw him. Everyone thought he was talking senile nonsense… He spoke about a priest visiting him to see how well he coped. Showing care for him. Of course no priest had been and everyone assumed this was senile nonsense but he turned to me, knowing I’d believe him and listen, ‘it was just a dream. I know it was just a dream sure, but no one’ll listen to me’ . I did though. That once at least. I should’ve listened more.
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Had a exciting day earlier this year… well busy at least.
The snow came down famously 0n the Sunday night to nearly a foot in depth so making my way to the train station and discovering that all transport (even the tube) was down was a bit of an adventure 
Apparently the deepest snowfall since the Great Snow Day of ‘86… Actually I remember that day, RedLeeroy, Ovak and I dug tunnels ‘nam style through the depths of someone’s garden. Exciting times and good training for our later careers. Leeroy worked in the diamond mines on Jupiter. vVak became a moleman for a short period and I worked in giving free colonics to hobo’s in Nevada.
All very pretty though (the snow, not the colonics). I met up with a few mates in the park nearby and built a snowman of epic proportions which was silly but a lot of fun. Until some kid tried to knock it down as his parents egged him on. I still hope to this day the 9ft collusus fell and broke his weasley little head.
My other half had a slightly more frustrating day though. She crashed the car on the way into work. She’s fine and the car wasn’t too badly damaged. She was just stopped on a downward slope but the car kept going; handbrake still on and everything. She was a bit shook-up so drove the car into a nearby park and walked home where I met her and we got some lunch and then walked back out… by which stage the really steep drive into the park had iced over.
It was a surreal spectacle that greeted us upon our arrival; there was a truck gradually driving its way back up, the driver hopping out to dig out under its wheels every few metres; a cretin speeding up the slope only for his car to careen out of control and slide at speed back down the hill toward other cars spinning in circles as it do so and finally a gang of stoned drunken snowboarders speeding a landrover around and around with a guy on a child’s sled attached by a tow-cable to the back of the car who would let go at the last moment and fly toward the rear wheels of the truck… So driving the car back up the slope in the middle of all this was like something from a Grecian hell
We found the car partially buried under a snowdrift. Some local oiks had set up camp atop it, taking great delight in rubbing away at the windows to peer inside. We saw them off quick smart, fearing we might be shanked if we dallyed too long.
Positioning the car far to the left of the incline (to avoid the truck that had begun to slowly creep and inexorably creep back down the slope to the right) we waited for our window of opportunity…. waited until the moron’s car had spun past us and collided with the sledger below… and GO!!! Ice flew! We yelled encouragement! The engine roared! … and the car ground to a complete halt… grinding its wheels deeper and deeper into the snow.
Then the locals arrived. Like a scene from a low budget zombie tale they arrived clawing at the windows.
Six old dears knocking on the windscreen “No no dear, steer to the right.. no dear to the left, I said to the left”. The moronic fool, having abandoned his own efforts to escape, grabbed the underneath of the car itself “You need to drive sideways!! Sideways!! Here! I’ll move the car for you”… the car leaped and skidded with his mauling… A half dozen snowboarders appeared to our front, leaping out of their landrover “We’ll push you up with ours! Won’t bash your bumper too badly”…
Like a hell.
All fine now though… but the fear still lingers… the fear…
I was chatting with my line manager earlier today about ‘found word poetry’. He had some great stuff on his screen. Fractured to the point of being nonsensical but, on some level, the staccato rhythm of the words and the jumble of meaning almost made sense on some intuitive level. Like Alex Cox’s movies, they’re supposed to be on a dream level.
So… in this spirit, I present this gem from my spam filter at work:
Like most puppets in his military career. His face flushed behind his clearplaz breather as he tried to cover what he’d crowd. The League soldiers began an orderly evacuation. Six other personnel and his daughter, talking among themselves. Even Chamal spoke of city things, summarized his trip to Parmentier.
So many of the Jihad spacefolders and crews had been lost. Certainly, she had “Perhaps this will be my last fight. Perhaps I will die. If that is the way of to watch the unfolding assault, completely confident in his sons. On the screen, flagship. The Army of Humanity soldiers were profoundly uneasy.
He has proved that machines can serve our cause as well. Ticia could not resist. Moving jerkily like an ill-used puppet, Ticia led
hoping their angels might come down from Heaven and strike Omnius dead. On by, demanding bloody justice. “They never cared about the Grand Patriarch!”
Feeling the biting cold crackle over his exposed skin, Vor picked up Agamemnon’s hulls of the nearest ships with its somber light. Just inside the
inspection-aid. The Poritrin lord flew his space yacht in a quick survey.
The League is devastated by casualties and consequences. Will we ever be the in his voice, Istian said, “Don’t you wish we had lived decades ago, so we could kill you if I have to.” thrived amid all the wonders, but the twins had not particularly cared for patrol fleet, scattering decoy targets in all directions. And when those robots too had lived?
“I have been unfair to my son,” Quentin agreed, “but now it is too late. I can can be legitimate”. Far from being relieved by Raquella’s recovery, the woman had received a full dose of stimulants. was a geometrical shape with a smooth metal shell—the flat and polished planes. Mohandas had studied the disease closely enough to draw some basic conclusions.
She didn’t attempt to resculpt her appearance. It was simply nnecessary The Sorceress suited up and waited for Abulurd to join her. She didn’t need his soldiers stationed in the city districts nearest the crash sites. Launching a fighting force of neo-cymek vessels from the reconquered Synchronized Space would work once the Holtzman engines folded space, bending one coordinate to another, they moved against the machine warships. The flagship ballista and the accompanying human aided her cause. The girl’s thin voice took on an added hardness, a tone of Humans themselves had proved to be as ruthless as any thinking machine.
He saw deeply troubled times ahead…. regret leaving anything behind. Gone would be the cares of the Jihad.
There’s a mouse in our house (well… flat actually… as I soon hope the mouse will be).
Watching Battlestar Gallactica yesterday evening (which, on an aside, I have to say isn’t quite the groundbreaking wonderment I’d been led to expect) and mi mujer jumped a mile beside me shrieking wildly. I leaned forward to turn the volume up as she leapt onto the tabletop, hurriedly tucked her trousers into her socks, and bashed at the ground around her with a broom in a Tom and Jerryesque fashion.
All the signs were there; we have a mouse.
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