It Really IS The End Of The World

Except Not Really
Otherwise there wouldn't be any point in typing any of this out, would there?
     What I meant to say was that I've rediscovered the website "Exit Mundi", created by some clever chap (or chapess) from the Netherlands, which is all about that riveting subject, The End Of The World.  I know we've touched on this subject recently, going over 10 Possible Scenarios, and I was hard put to come up with that many.  EM, on the other hand, has dozens of ways in which the world ends, though I don't think they fully realise the danger that KILLER EELS! pose to the human race.  Art?

Not someone you'd invite to your dinner party

     If you're not worried about them now, just you wait until they grow legs, mate!

http://www.exitmundi.nl/exitmundi.htm

     Therein the link, should you wish to bathe in the blood of billions.
     Now, time to strap the motley to the underside of a Challenger tank before sending it over the assault course!

More C.O.W. Than You Can - Er - Shake A Stick At
No!  Not "Coventry Ordnance Works" - "Church Organ World" who are based in Shaw, not Coventry.  Professor Ian Tracy - hereafter P.I.T. to save time and typing - was recounting a tale of the French composer Jean Baptiste Lully, who, as was typical of the time, kept time during musical performances by beating time with his staff.  Art?

The staff watch the staff

     Sadly for JBL, he managed to stab himself in the foot with said staff, which, being large, weighty and made of metal, did him a serious injury.  At this point Conrad snorted with laughter, as he is a terrible person and also usually up for a bit of schadenfreude, until P.I.T. concluded with " - and he died from gangrene".
     Oh.
      Oh dear.
     Let us now change subjects to that of the chamber organ.  These are a small variety of organ that are occasionally needed for orchestras performing particular pieces.  P.I.T. mentioned that the one in Liverpool Cathedral is as temperamental as all of it's species, going out of tune if merely moved from one spot to another.  Art?

Don't even so much as look at it -

     They go out of tune if the weather changes, or if the heating goes off, which means Hello! Expensive Tuning Person.  C.O.W. thus have a digital version of same, which is as well-tempered as the very best clavier.*  Art?

Compact yet capable

     I doubt there are many musical directors of cathedrals reading this (though you never know) but if there are, you ought to give this engine of noise a bit of consideration.**

When The White Hats Are The Bad Lads
I use the term "White Hats" as in the old days of the Western, where the colour of a chap's head-covering device let you know if he was a good guy (white hat) or a bad guy (black hat).  I suppose for Morally Ambiguous or Not Sure Themselves they used grey?  
     Anyway, someone has noticed that the opposite is true in sci-fi fillums.  There, the bad guys wear white, because white is seen as the colour of mindless conformity.  Art?

The archetypal example

     Whilst appropriate for combat in wintry snow, it does tend to make one stand out somewhat in wooded terrain.  Plus, how do you tell who's an officer or not?
     The trope is underlined in "Atragon", where the bad guys, being eeeeevil undersea villains from Mu, wear white.

     They are a little hard to see, given the contrast,yet there they are in all their pristine white skullduggery, the evil Mu's.

No, Art, No!

     This is an interesting theory and we may come back to it in future, once I learn what the term for a group of people from Mu is.

Finally -
You can indeed find anything on the internet, most usually when you're not looking for it.  Who has not ended up looking at the mitochondrial DNA of a planarian flatworm instead of the bus timetable you really wanted?
     Little did I think all those months ago when I Googled "Zombie" and "Train" that there was a complete sub-sub-culture devoted to same.  Let me list some examples pictorially:

    

     Plainly, there is a deep-seated human need for the walking dead.  But enough about First Group's transport staff, back to zombies ...



*  Bach in-joke there.
**  And maybe toe-tector boots.  Just in case.