Planning for world domination

The wheel has been set in motion. Today marks the day in which I start my plan for my ultimate goal: taking over Donut King...I mean the world.

I can't reveal too much at this time, although I can say that my grand, very elaborate scheme involves a peanut. Plus an army of geese. Oh, and the one hundred odd megatons worth of explosives to boot.

Why the geese? Well I thought that would be quite obvious. Geese are vicious, vicious animals. They have no fear, they feel no pain and most of all they love the taste of fresh blood, especially in the morning. If you've ever seen a steel-beaked goose attack a hapless serf you'd know what I'm on about. Plus, geese are easy to keep in line. If some of them are misbehaving you only need to eat a few of them to show the rest you're not fooling around. And they're delicious too, which is a big bonus. No more thing as casualties of war. They'd just become dinner! Or lunch, or even breakfast if you were that keen.

And best of all...NObody suspects the geese!

Mehehehehehehehahahahahahahohohohohohohohuhuhuhu!



...Also I don't have enough followers to form an army of humans. So geese armed with sharpened steel beaks and a gun implant in their anus. Why the anus? Well so I can get my generals to yell to my enemies: "Suck anus bitch!", of course, as any self-respecting general would willingly perform.

I see the parallels to Austin Powers, where Dr Evil wants sharks with lasers on their heads but instead gets mutated seabass...except perhaps my geese won't be as vicious. I don't want any mishaps involving my precious, precious monkeys...I mean henchmen...

Of course, taking over the world by force won't be easy, even armed with an army of rabid geese. There will come a time when I will have to use guile and diplomacy to win over the hearts of those I'm trying to conquer. But, being no good at such things I will have to leave that to my ministers. And if they fail, a beheading will await them. No incompetency will be tolerated in this Empire.

All I need to do is to kill kill kill, and perhaps everyone else will fall in line. And, the world being so uncivil, no one will think to band together to oppose me! It's the perfect plan!

Posterior Approximal, part 2

-this blog may be dedicated to the amalgam bunny but it continues to smite me
- posterior approx cavity prep: make sure the whole contact area is cleared but at the same time try to keep margin as small as possible
- line with Vitrebond- perio probe it! and use the perio probe to remove vitrebond off the vertical walls.
- Tofflemayer matrix: open end to gingiva, small circumference to gingiva
- place wedge with flat surface at bottom (remember that it's an isoceles triangle)
- make sure small screw is tight so that tightening of the large screw doesnt pull matrix band out.
- mix amalgam for 7 secs (8 secs= over mixed, 6 sec= dry)
- use carrier to condense the first increment (very, very important!)
- condense increment with sides and tip of your condenser
- push the amalgam towards the marginal ridge to get more bulk there
- marginal ridges cant be too low or too high, must have dip in the middle to be just right
- make sure amalgam capsule is discarded immediately
- scrap amalgam goes in amalgam container
- use meth spirits to wipe down
- place amaglam in small increments to have best condensation but also do this quickly so that it doesnt dry out and harden
- the amalgam in the cavity stays plastic for a lot longer than that in the amalgam cup
- condense like the wind! (with the smallest condenser...)
- use a burnisher to give shine
- carve back the excess mercury amalgam at surface
- make sure you know the shape of your cavity design: and dont leave flash
- carve back with carver along tooth contour so you dont over carve or under carve
- beware of overhangs! (use matrix and wedge properly)
- marginal ridges are a BUGGER. redoing the same cavity 4 times= no fun

NV: finish post approx restorations, amalgamate!

Hello, Library?

Welcome to my domain. Not enough people know how a library works. Contrary to common belief, a library is a hip and happening place. Indeed we have a whole section devoted to hip replacements and just 'happen' to have 89 books on travelling to places.

Onto the tour anon! To your right, we have the quite study area. Watch the steps because the people studying DO NOT like to watch yo sorry ass (excuse the ghetto) falling over and spilling books everywhere. Also moving of desks around is prohibited. The archivist in that far corner will slap you with black and white photos for blocking her light.

To the left is the magazine rack and the computer terminals. The former is forlorn as no one truly wants to read 'The Technology Annual' or 'Economy for Lithuanians'. However, these are the only glossy publications the library can afford as all funding has been diverted to the Betty Ford Clinic where 3 senior staff members are being treated for addiction to that new book smell. Mmmm.... NO! I've been clean for 3 weeks. I must be strong.
The latter is inevitably packed with assorted scum. You know, the people who come into this temple of literacy and besmirch it with their Britney Spears websites and addiction to Neopets. (Even though we try to discourage them by running Windows 95 and using Netscape.)

Beyond the computers are the shelves. So creaky and dusty... so beautifully packed with books... except the John Marsden section which is in constand disarray...

This is the true heart of the library. The holy altar where we commune with the spirits of authors past, present and inspire the writings of those to come. Unlike the cold, frowning faces at bookshops, the tall shelves here are cozy. In unsuspecting corners you will find soft armchairs. They never seem to be there the next day... its almost as if the sprites emerge from the well thumbed leaves of Tolkien and move furniture around for light entertainment.

This is a place of shelter, of peace. Indeed, it is not even a true location... merely a space to store your physical body while your mind explores destinations beyond the stars or in your hearts.
Limitless possibilities open with each book... and each book opens with limitless possibilities. For the words speak to each of us alone and only you can make them sing.

Look unbelievers, look beyond the whitewashed walls, adorned only with posters of the latest Harry Potter. Look beyond the untouched resources section... for even I will admit they are truly useless.
Look beyond the prim and surly matron behind the desk, grimly contacting all the new arrivals- because behind those steel rimmed glasses lies the heart of a little girl: running playfully across the prairies of North Dakota, or perhaps holding hands with Alice as she crosses the looking glass. Look past the wrinkled face of the fussy old man fiddling with the microform who seems to wear the same clothes everyday: his eyes are forever changing, burning with the fire of a wounded soldier or soft with compassion for his fallen companion.

Come, fellow traveller. Let me release your hand, for you need a guide no longer. Explore the endless boundaries contained in this little brick hut.
"For yours is the world and everything that's in it, and what more you'll be man my son."

Shhhhhhhhh!!!

SILENCE! You have now entered the library:
- no talking
- no food
- no laughter
- absolutely no fun

and if i find spittle on those pages, you will be fined and burned at the post with the 1965-1972 editions of the New England Journal of Medicine.

I guess I should introduce myself: Full time librarian, part time Chancellor of the Exchequer. I am both a pedantic maths nerd and a bookworm. This does not make me an antisocial, slight pyschopathetic introvert but if you come within 4 metres of my personal space I will cut you, if not dismember you- death by a thousand papercuts.

I intend on posting periodically (in 6 days, 23 hours and 17 sec intervals approximately)

As of today, tax levies will be increased- especially if you have a personal library... I mean if you make a lot of money.

Other MINUTES:
- It has been decided that all readers of this blog must pay a 'read-blog' levy. All credit card details should be directed to myself or the emperor, the high temptress being too interested in hair products...
- The Dr Who finale is on this Saturday. Go read the book when it comes out
- All books must be replaced on the bookshelf with a 1.4 inchs of shelf to spare, spine facing out.
- It has been decided that the Head Librarian is not anally retentive, especially not when it comes to indexing
- The treasury is in good condition. All gold ingots are in the process of being cast in the image of the emperor...except for the cute baby ones. They'm too cute to melt down. Cooo... (Even Head Librarians love cute)

Me 1, Neighbour 0

Today I was just out inspecting my vast empire (which spans from one side of my fence all the way to the other), as usual and what did I find? Not one, not two but THREE stray missiles from my next door neighbour IN MY BACKYARD! I had never seen such disregard for the soon-to-be world ruler! My scientists examined and dissected these green, furry and rather small spherical objects and found them to pose no immediate harm. They did, however, warn me that the strange markings (bisecting the sphere into two oval-shaped parts) could have been a threat in their foreign tongue. The hollow centre was also undoubtedly for some dastardly purpose, like for the concealment of a weapon of mass destruction! Like biological agents! Or even a bomb!

I decided that I needed to take action.

I set my scientists onto the task of developing some super weapons with which I could completely and utterly destroy my enemy. Well, potential enemy really. Anyway, for days and days they toiled. Many of them died in lab accidents. But they were incompetent anyway. I'm a big believer in "survival of the fittest", and the dumb ones were selectively evolved out. So good for me!

Well anyway, they came up with these:

What power, what elegance have these beauties of science! I was most pleased with my scientists. So much so that I gave them all time to visit their families in gaol (jail, if there are any Americans reading this).

Well, on to the fun part now!

I was originally going to use just one of those puppies on my neighbours, but to be on the safe side I decided I would use both, so that they would be completely and utterly destroyed.

Also, as a testament to my POW-wa, I took some photos of the explosion:


Here's another, just as an advanced warning to future opponents:


And here is a photo of the remnants of said neighbour:



Operation success I'd say. My very first military victory! Things are swell. As a big advocate for the use of excessive force, I quote Police Chief Wiggum "Let this be a lesson to the rest of you....nuts!".

Today my neighbour's backyard, tomorrow the world!

Hufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufu!

Ahem.

That is all.

Hey guys! It's me!! THE HIGH TEMPRESS...oops do I mean TEMPTRESS? Oh who knows, words are so difficult aren't they? I know like, I can totally just

OH you're suppose to type HERE! Right. Mad! Anyway like I was saying. I can totally just like, COMMUNICATE (hehe how cool it's such a LONG word!) with like "like" and you know "you know" and like "rad". Like you know RAD MAN!! (Ok I cheated! I used MAN. Hahaha I'm SO funny aren't I?)

Well so I'm just saying HIIIIIII EVERYBODY! It's SO good to be part of the TEAM and you know, it's like a TOTAL awesomely cool radical PRIVILEGE to share world domination with you all. I mean wait, sorry Emperor guy, I mean like, it's a TOTAL BLAST helping YOU take over the whole world! Cos like you're really cool and great and that.

And oh, soooo since I'm here I'd just like to say thanks to all my FANS out there! And feel free to send me like fanmail cos I know I must be so many people's idol and stuff.

OH MY GOSH! Is THAT the time?? Well my dears I must go now cos I need my beauty sleep of course. Well not that I NEED it cos you know, beauty is just so easy for me and stuff, tempress-sorry temptress! (words are so TRICKY!! haha)-and all.

XOXO
rara ;)

Join the cause today!

I'm now officially opening applications for positions in my "government". Of course, you'll all have to obey my every whim, but otherwise it's a pretty cushy job.

If you are going to apply, write a short paragraph on why I should pick you. Leave your name and email address, and I will consider your application.

If you don't join, when I take over the world, there'll be hell to pay. So join now!

Yes, that's right my friends. You too can become a part of my empire. As a bonus, your rank will be displayed in front of your name whenever you post! Neat!

Oh and by the way, my motivation for world domination is totally altruistic. You see, I figure that if there is only one man to rule the world, then that one man can make the world a better place because there will not be any indecision, any squabbling and the like. There will only be good decisions coming out of one man's mouth. There will be no war except perhaps civil war. But I plan on being such a good tyrant that no one will want to oppose me for I am so good at running things. Yes, I'm very noble, I know. So noble it hurts actually. I don't think there is one nobler than I in all this world. I deserve a Nobel Peace prize just for having these kinds of thoughts. Pity no one else knows this at the moment.

But they will...

P.S. Jimmy, the logo is coming soon

The transformation

I was out inspecting the troops today, and I decided that as the future ruler of the world, I needed to assume an identity that would not get in the way of my ruling with an iron fist. I have always felt held back in my machinations (for the greater good, of course) by my name.

Hence, I have shed my previous identity for this new one. Besides, if no one knows who I am, they can't assassinate me so that they can take the throne for themselves! You know who you are...

With bright ideas like this, nothing will be able to stop me! Nothing! Not even Batman!

One step closer

Yes, I think I got this comments thing to work! Damn those slaves, who knew nothing about computers and so I have to do this all by myself!

Needless to to say, I had them decapitated and fed to a gaggle of ravenous, rabid geese. Yes, I must keep the geese happy if I'm to one day rule the world.

Test

This is just a test of this new template. Still playing around with it a bit. Damn, I should be doing this on my Test Blog. No matter. The world will soon be mine and that means I can do anything I want with no reason! Mwahahaha!