Log vs.
Root Beer Float
Gravity Death Log
I've always been a fan of the earth and all
that, so when Steve suggested we crush
a six-pack with the Gravity Death Log I
thought it was an excellent way to
expedite recycling. We decided that
because we were using a log, root beer
would be appropriate. Then Steve got
brilliant and took things to the next level:
we could put vanilla ice-cream on top of
the root beer and smash them together,
creating the fastest root beer floats ever!

We did this one after work, and it was
pretty dark. Fortunately the death log was
all Holiday-style, which added some
valuable and festive lighting. My
experience as a point-and-shoot
photographer was invaluable. Notice the
contrast between the photographs below:
the soulful image on the left (without
flash), the detailed but sterile image on
the right (with flash)… That's what
photography is all about! Well, that and
freaky red light bulbs.
Steve hoisted the log
high above the ice-
cream/root beer stack.
Fortunately I'm a
scientist and therefore
have access to lots of
extension cords.
The luminescent log
hung in the sky as
beautiful beacon
signaling some imminent
and miraculous event.  
Or maybe it was just a
hunk of wood with some
lights on it 50 feet above
the pavement; I’m not
sure, that picture didn't
come out very clear.

Don't ask me why the
windows have aluminum
foil on them. I don't
know, and I don't want
to know.
I wanted to get an awesome video of the log streaking down into the
delicious target, but that didn't work out. Oh well.
The ice-cream underwent an energy-absorbing deformation, just like
the crumple zones of a car. The root beer cans were completely intact
and had only been pushed out of that plastic six-pack ring-thing. I
could have put delicate wine glasses or a baby under that protective
vanilla shield! Helmets and airbags should be made out of ice-cream:
they would be tastier and more save more lives than LifeSavers.

As the cans had survived, our experiment was not yet complete. I
pushed the cans back into the six-pack ring-thing, and Steve asked
"Should we shake them up?" That guy is a genius.
The log smashed the cans, spraying
foam and success everywhere. Eat
your heart out, Jackson Pollack. The
cans were crushed, torn, and utterly
ruined. While we failed to make a
root beer float, at least we
succeeded in wasting some food.