Create a mind control device that can be implanted under a person’s skin to take over the mind.
Control children to get close to World Leaders. Nobody ever suspects children.
Use controlled children to implant Device into World Leaders while they sleep.
Control World Leaders to hand their leadership over to Me, making me the Supreme Ruler over the whole world.
Fix World’s Problems.
Weapons banned worldwide. Closest thing to a gun is air soft and nerf.
Punishments fit the crime.
Strong women put into places of power overseen by me or trusted individuals. Men have had thousands of years to mess up the world, give us women a chance for once.
This causes world peace.
Everyone will be treated so much better, unless they make each other mad.
Organize a very well trained worldwide team specifically for such situations.
Men are used for breeding stock, manual labor, and occasional entertainment (actors, performers, etc).
Requirements for breeding stock: IQ above 100, above average attractiveness, disease free.
Requirements for entertainment: Above average attractiveness.
All others will be castrated and used for manual labor.
Those with above 100 IQ but below average attractiveness will be castrated and educated to be used in other forms of help (cooking, nursing, childcare, teaching, driving, etc). These men will all be mind controlled to ensure obedience.
Any who try to rebel will be mind controlled or executed.
No such thing as money. I am the government, so why do we need it?
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Order three mansions to be built on the island, one for me and my girl friends and future children, one for my all male staff, and one for my male harem.
I will have only the best specimens for my male harem.
Once I get everything settled down and the world is working without my help, I will never work again for the rest of my life.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Connie's Plans for World Domination
This is being posted in the hopes that if Connie does in fact die before graduation we'll know what to do. This plan came into existence as the result of some serious man-bashing (and a psych assignment).
CONNIE'S PLANS FOR WORLD DOMINATION
Friday, October 7, 2011
Date Night
October 7, 2011
Our mission (which we chose to accept) was to go on a completely amazing date with some totally awesome guys. Their assignment was to bring one random food item with them. This is our status report.
Phase 1: Preparations
Preparations began at approximately 19:00 hours October 6, 2011 with Agent Freeman's chopping and dicing of vegetables to be combined together to make salsa. At 22:00 Freeman continued her preparations by cooking a sugary concoction and then smearing it across her legs and, using strips of denim, ripping her leg hair out of their follicles. These preparations were interrupted by the desire to acquire sustenance from a food franchise in a location 45 minutes from our living quarters. When we returned however, Freeman continued her actions while I attempted to watch a film. We finally called it a night at 02:00 this morning.
The day began with the usual preparations--showering, laundry, cleaning the apartment, moving the table from the living room to the kitchen and the couch from the kitchen to the living room.
At 14:50 hours Agents Freeman, Willey, and myself made our way to the Eccles facility where we purchased eleven tickets (with cash--cards are too easy to track) that were all located in the same area (so as to provide adequate backup in necessary). It was feared that this part of the mission would not go through but there were no hindrances from enemy agents and so the tickets were bought successfully.
Once the transaction was complete we retrieved our transportation and headed for the Student Center of Greenwood. Freeman and myself waited while Willey made arrangements with some benefactors in order to receive funding needed for the mission and to continue support of her way of life. As we waited we checked my box to see if my contact had sent me anything. Nothing yet.
When Willey's finances were put into order we then drove to Kent's, where Willey was able to deposit her finances into a more secure location and Freeman and I checked the price of frozen treats. Alas, we found ourselves in enemy territory--criminal behavior and blind robbery taking place at the establishment (a whole Hamilton for 5 quarts of ice cream! Ridiculous!). We quickly left, deciding to take our business elsewhere to the Mart of Walls.
At the Mart of Walls we were able to trade the electronic equivalent of one Jackson, one Hamilton, one Washington, and one copper Lincoln for all of the items on our list. With that portion of the mission accomplished we then returned to our living quarters to finish preparations.
While we were out Agent McCoy took the liberty of doing some preparing of her own. She showered, dressed, the works. Cleaning of the apartment continued and once it was complete all agents contributed to the making of pizza crust for our desired poison of the evening. Once the dough was ready we decided to cook it for half of the time so as to avoid a long cooking period later. They finished just as our first guest arrived.
Phase 2: Making Dinner and Interrogation
The first of our targets to arrive was "Tom", Agent Willey's target. He was a pleasant fellow, quite nice, and VERY tall, sporting spectacles, a green shirt, and tan pants. Second to arrive was "Nathan", target of Agent McCoy. He was wearing a blue polo, jeans, and a tan jacket with a blue windbreaker over it. Third was Freeman's target, "Thomas" aka "T.J."
After their arrival said couples began the preparation of what would soon be their meal. "Thomas" and Freeman dove right in, spreading the sauce over the crust, adding cheese, and then the Laffy Taffy and Starbursts contributed by "Thomas". Next were McCoy and "Nathan" with peanuts, tortilla shells, chicken, and by choice Starbursts, Laffy Taffy, homemade kettle corn, corn, and salsa. Willey and "Tom" decorated their pizza with corn, popcorn and salsa.
By this time Agent Johnson's target had arrived, codenamed "Joseph". He forgot to bring an item (strongly advise he not be considered for employment at our agency) however he did redeem himself in that he was willing to make a mad dash back to his apartment and grab the first thing his eyes came across; Ramen Noodles (diet of the average college student). Agent Johnson, taking pity on him, decided that they would use her own supply. Their pizza consisted of cheese, ramen, peanuts, pepperoni, and salsa.
The ready made pizzas were then placed into the oven to be cooked further. While waiting for them all agents and their assets enjoyed each other's company by indulging in conversation. Agent Freeman and "T.J." carried their conversation into the living room--much more comfortable seating--and were later followed by Johnson and "Joseph". McCoy, Willey and myself remained in the kitchen with "Nathan" and "Tom", discussing the impending Zombie Apocalypse.
At this point my target, codenamed "Derek" arrived. Before I encountered him however, he was tipped off by one of the other targets to exchange his item for something more suiting to put on a pizza. He then covertly exited the residence.
When the pizzas were ready each person grabbed a plate and partook of their respective pizzas. We decided it would be in the best interest of the agents and their assets if we asked a special blessing on the concoctions that had been procured, lest we were forced by that evil nemesis, food poisoning, to spend the remainder of the evening kneeling at the porcelain alter, offering the sustenance of the previous day.
Our pleas for good health voiced, Agents McCoy, Johnson, Freeman, and Willey boldly--perhaps foolishly--began to eat along with their assets. The men, being "manly men" finished all that was on their plate. Agent Freeman, for fear of her own well being, ceased ingestion after two bites, moving on to more edible options. McCoy finished 75% of said pizza and Johnson ate most but not all of hers. Agent Willey, being strongest of the four, finished every bite.
While the other Agents were attempting to finish their meals, "Derek" returned with a bag of Funyuns. He and I then proceeded to make our own pizza and, after putting it in the oven, joined in the living room festivities.
We began our cross-interrogations, disguised as a game. We asked questions of each other, namely "What's the color of your toothbrush?" (you can tell a great deal about a person from their toothbrush), "What is your favorite family tradition?" (intel necessary for possible future missions), "What is your favorite/least favorite class?" (intel necessary should undercover job of "tutor" be required for later recon), "What's the most beautiful place you've ever seen?" (ideal location for relocation), and "Of all the books you own how many have you actually read?" (level of intelligence and dedication to hobbies).
Phase 3: The Show
Interrogations were cut short as we fled the apartment in an attempt to make it to the show on time, Agent Bleak accompanying us to the event. We were unsuccessful in this, but we were able to make it in time to not miss anything important.
As we entered the theater Agent McCoy had a close run in with some thespians. Luckily though, asset "Nathan" was able to pull her out of the way before she was trampled.
The show, William Shakespeare's Taming of the Shrew, was delightfully performed and a joy to watch. We suspect that some enemy agents, namely Agent Davis of the FWB Agency, were involved in its performance, perhaps in an attempt to spy on our operation, but our assets were virtually unaware of their presence, though we did cross paths with said agent in an attempt to discover his intentions. He was a tough nut, but were we given ample time, I'm confident we could have cracked him.
Phase 4: Ice Cream
Upon returning to our residence the remainder of the group--Agent Johnson and "Joseph" had yet to arrive, and "Thomas" had gone home--took pleasure in enjoying a bowl of vanilla ice cream with various fixings on it. Our discussion of the Zombie Apocalypse continued, followed by a discussion about the color of Agent McCoy's ice cream, and ending with a conversation about people painting themselves into corners.
Our assets decided that they wanted to go frolicking at an institute stomp. We decided to release them from our custody. Asset "Nathan", being bold, decided to attempt physical contact with Agent McCoy before leaving.
Mission: Accomplished
Field Notes:
Agent Freeman: Smurf barf is disgusting. Coincidental music.
Agent McCoy: It's not so bad once you get past the candy. It's bad when your date knows your toothbrush better than you. Thespians...beware of the thespians...
Agent Willey: None to contribute at this time.
Agent Johnson: It was a good experience. Interrogation was enjoyable.
Agent Featherstone: I was called a wench. I saw his "wench" and raised him a "coxcomb".
Agent Bleak: Request for exclusion from next mission.
All Agents: More interrogation next time.
This report was submitted by Special Agent Stephanie Featherstone to the Head of Section D of the DCMA.
Our mission (which we chose to accept) was to go on a completely amazing date with some totally awesome guys. Their assignment was to bring one random food item with them. This is our status report.
Phase 1: Preparations
Preparations began at approximately 19:00 hours October 6, 2011 with Agent Freeman's chopping and dicing of vegetables to be combined together to make salsa. At 22:00 Freeman continued her preparations by cooking a sugary concoction and then smearing it across her legs and, using strips of denim, ripping her leg hair out of their follicles. These preparations were interrupted by the desire to acquire sustenance from a food franchise in a location 45 minutes from our living quarters. When we returned however, Freeman continued her actions while I attempted to watch a film. We finally called it a night at 02:00 this morning.
The day began with the usual preparations--showering, laundry, cleaning the apartment, moving the table from the living room to the kitchen and the couch from the kitchen to the living room.
At 14:50 hours Agents Freeman, Willey, and myself made our way to the Eccles facility where we purchased eleven tickets (with cash--cards are too easy to track) that were all located in the same area (so as to provide adequate backup in necessary). It was feared that this part of the mission would not go through but there were no hindrances from enemy agents and so the tickets were bought successfully.
Once the transaction was complete we retrieved our transportation and headed for the Student Center of Greenwood. Freeman and myself waited while Willey made arrangements with some benefactors in order to receive funding needed for the mission and to continue support of her way of life. As we waited we checked my box to see if my contact had sent me anything. Nothing yet.
When Willey's finances were put into order we then drove to Kent's, where Willey was able to deposit her finances into a more secure location and Freeman and I checked the price of frozen treats. Alas, we found ourselves in enemy territory--criminal behavior and blind robbery taking place at the establishment (a whole Hamilton for 5 quarts of ice cream! Ridiculous!). We quickly left, deciding to take our business elsewhere to the Mart of Walls.
At the Mart of Walls we were able to trade the electronic equivalent of one Jackson, one Hamilton, one Washington, and one copper Lincoln for all of the items on our list. With that portion of the mission accomplished we then returned to our living quarters to finish preparations.
While we were out Agent McCoy took the liberty of doing some preparing of her own. She showered, dressed, the works. Cleaning of the apartment continued and once it was complete all agents contributed to the making of pizza crust for our desired poison of the evening. Once the dough was ready we decided to cook it for half of the time so as to avoid a long cooking period later. They finished just as our first guest arrived.
Phase 2: Making Dinner and Interrogation
The first of our targets to arrive was "Tom", Agent Willey's target. He was a pleasant fellow, quite nice, and VERY tall, sporting spectacles, a green shirt, and tan pants. Second to arrive was "Nathan", target of Agent McCoy. He was wearing a blue polo, jeans, and a tan jacket with a blue windbreaker over it. Third was Freeman's target, "Thomas" aka "T.J."
After their arrival said couples began the preparation of what would soon be their meal. "Thomas" and Freeman dove right in, spreading the sauce over the crust, adding cheese, and then the Laffy Taffy and Starbursts contributed by "Thomas". Next were McCoy and "Nathan" with peanuts, tortilla shells, chicken, and by choice Starbursts, Laffy Taffy, homemade kettle corn, corn, and salsa. Willey and "Tom" decorated their pizza with corn, popcorn and salsa.
By this time Agent Johnson's target had arrived, codenamed "Joseph". He forgot to bring an item (strongly advise he not be considered for employment at our agency) however he did redeem himself in that he was willing to make a mad dash back to his apartment and grab the first thing his eyes came across; Ramen Noodles (diet of the average college student). Agent Johnson, taking pity on him, decided that they would use her own supply. Their pizza consisted of cheese, ramen, peanuts, pepperoni, and salsa.
The ready made pizzas were then placed into the oven to be cooked further. While waiting for them all agents and their assets enjoyed each other's company by indulging in conversation. Agent Freeman and "T.J." carried their conversation into the living room--much more comfortable seating--and were later followed by Johnson and "Joseph". McCoy, Willey and myself remained in the kitchen with "Nathan" and "Tom", discussing the impending Zombie Apocalypse.
At this point my target, codenamed "Derek" arrived. Before I encountered him however, he was tipped off by one of the other targets to exchange his item for something more suiting to put on a pizza. He then covertly exited the residence.
When the pizzas were ready each person grabbed a plate and partook of their respective pizzas. We decided it would be in the best interest of the agents and their assets if we asked a special blessing on the concoctions that had been procured, lest we were forced by that evil nemesis, food poisoning, to spend the remainder of the evening kneeling at the porcelain alter, offering the sustenance of the previous day.
Our pleas for good health voiced, Agents McCoy, Johnson, Freeman, and Willey boldly--perhaps foolishly--began to eat along with their assets. The men, being "manly men" finished all that was on their plate. Agent Freeman, for fear of her own well being, ceased ingestion after two bites, moving on to more edible options. McCoy finished 75% of said pizza and Johnson ate most but not all of hers. Agent Willey, being strongest of the four, finished every bite.
While the other Agents were attempting to finish their meals, "Derek" returned with a bag of Funyuns. He and I then proceeded to make our own pizza and, after putting it in the oven, joined in the living room festivities.
We began our cross-interrogations, disguised as a game. We asked questions of each other, namely "What's the color of your toothbrush?" (you can tell a great deal about a person from their toothbrush), "What is your favorite family tradition?" (intel necessary for possible future missions), "What is your favorite/least favorite class?" (intel necessary should undercover job of "tutor" be required for later recon), "What's the most beautiful place you've ever seen?" (ideal location for relocation), and "Of all the books you own how many have you actually read?" (level of intelligence and dedication to hobbies).
Phase 3: The Show
Interrogations were cut short as we fled the apartment in an attempt to make it to the show on time, Agent Bleak accompanying us to the event. We were unsuccessful in this, but we were able to make it in time to not miss anything important.
As we entered the theater Agent McCoy had a close run in with some thespians. Luckily though, asset "Nathan" was able to pull her out of the way before she was trampled.
The show, William Shakespeare's Taming of the Shrew, was delightfully performed and a joy to watch. We suspect that some enemy agents, namely Agent Davis of the FWB Agency, were involved in its performance, perhaps in an attempt to spy on our operation, but our assets were virtually unaware of their presence, though we did cross paths with said agent in an attempt to discover his intentions. He was a tough nut, but were we given ample time, I'm confident we could have cracked him.
Phase 4: Ice Cream
Upon returning to our residence the remainder of the group--Agent Johnson and "Joseph" had yet to arrive, and "Thomas" had gone home--took pleasure in enjoying a bowl of vanilla ice cream with various fixings on it. Our discussion of the Zombie Apocalypse continued, followed by a discussion about the color of Agent McCoy's ice cream, and ending with a conversation about people painting themselves into corners.
Our assets decided that they wanted to go frolicking at an institute stomp. We decided to release them from our custody. Asset "Nathan", being bold, decided to attempt physical contact with Agent McCoy before leaving.
Mission: Accomplished
Field Notes:
Agent Freeman: Smurf barf is disgusting. Coincidental music.
Agent McCoy: It's not so bad once you get past the candy. It's bad when your date knows your toothbrush better than you. Thespians...beware of the thespians...
Agent Willey: None to contribute at this time.
Agent Johnson: It was a good experience. Interrogation was enjoyable.
Agent Featherstone: I was called a wench. I saw his "wench" and raised him a "coxcomb".
Agent Bleak: Request for exclusion from next mission.
All Agents: More interrogation next time.
This report was submitted by Special Agent Stephanie Featherstone to the Head of Section D of the DCMA.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Bottom floor
Our apartment is on the bottom floor of Pinetree building one, which has three floors. In the apartment above us there are girls. Last year there were boys. Last year we’d hear loud banging noises through the ceiling and liked to joke around saying that the boys reenacted famous battles. Those loud banging noises that the boys of last year made are nothing compared to what the girls make this year.
What they must be doing to make such loud slamming and banging sounds is a mystery, but we do wonder how they make such noises. Our speculations include, but are not limited to: river dancing; river dance classes; dance classes in general; bowling; jump roping; they have a pet elephant; they juggle bowling balls; they juggle watermelons; they juggle bricks; they have bricks tied to their legs and/or arms; they have bowling balls glued to their legs and/or arms; they have bricks and/or bowling balls FOR legs and/or arms; they are very clumsy and trip every few seconds; they are very clumsy and trip every few seconds AND they have bricks and/or bowling balls for/tied to/glued to their arms and/or legs; whenever they step foot into their apartment their legs are stuck together by magic so they have to jump all the time; kangaroo races; they like the sound that is made when they stomp their feet and don’t realize how loudly it echoes in the apartment below them; they redecorate the apartment every day; or any combination of these.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Graveyard Gallivanting
Kayla, Connie, and I went gallivanting in the old Ephraim cemetery last night. Little creepy, and in hind sight, probably really stupid, but it was an adventure that we can talk about. :P
As we walked through it, we stayed close to each other (some of us grabbing onto the arm of the person next to us) and we stayed on the road.
I have never walked through a graveyard at night. I have driven through one, but never actually gotten out of the car, so this was a new experience for me. I was okay for the first part--just kept the thought of how creepy it really was in the back of my mind--but then we turned down one of the roads so that we could circle around back to the gate where we left the car. The headstones were much closer to the road this time and out of the corner of my eye the tall ones did come across momentarily as people. *shiver* I just kept talking, doing everything in my power NOT to think about it all.
We turned down the road that would take us back towards the gate and Connie flashed her light up into one of the trees. When she did there was a rustling sound in the boughs and it made us jump a little. Apparently Connie disturbed some poor sleeping bird with her flashlight. At least, that's what we're telling ourselves...
The thing that scared us the most however, is that shortly after the tree incident there was a car driving down the main road. We turned off our lights and prayed that whoever it was didn't stop at the cemetery. See, the gate was officially locked, but there is this gap between the gate and the fence that is big enough for people to go through. So, we were terrified that we would get into trouble for being in the cemetery when we shouldn't have.
Can you believe that? It wasn't being in the cemetery at night, the old headstones protruding from the ground, or even the "bird" in the tree that frightened us. It was the thought of getting into trouble that scared us. Ha! Can you tell we're not troublemakers normally?
As we walked through it, we stayed close to each other (some of us grabbing onto the arm of the person next to us) and we stayed on the road.
I have never walked through a graveyard at night. I have driven through one, but never actually gotten out of the car, so this was a new experience for me. I was okay for the first part--just kept the thought of how creepy it really was in the back of my mind--but then we turned down one of the roads so that we could circle around back to the gate where we left the car. The headstones were much closer to the road this time and out of the corner of my eye the tall ones did come across momentarily as people. *shiver* I just kept talking, doing everything in my power NOT to think about it all.
We turned down the road that would take us back towards the gate and Connie flashed her light up into one of the trees. When she did there was a rustling sound in the boughs and it made us jump a little. Apparently Connie disturbed some poor sleeping bird with her flashlight. At least, that's what we're telling ourselves...
The thing that scared us the most however, is that shortly after the tree incident there was a car driving down the main road. We turned off our lights and prayed that whoever it was didn't stop at the cemetery. See, the gate was officially locked, but there is this gap between the gate and the fence that is big enough for people to go through. So, we were terrified that we would get into trouble for being in the cemetery when we shouldn't have.
Can you believe that? It wasn't being in the cemetery at night, the old headstones protruding from the ground, or even the "bird" in the tree that frightened us. It was the thought of getting into trouble that scared us. Ha! Can you tell we're not troublemakers normally?
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Supernatural
It's happening...Apartment 19 has begun yet another Supernatural Marathon! Woo Hoo!
Can I just say that Supernatural is awesome? I mean, come on, it's got some good lookin' protagonists (and one good looking antagonist currently) and it's full of demon/ghost/vampire,etc. fighting scenes! Not to mention the humor, how could you forget the humor!
If you are into that kind of thing I would recommend watching the show. Just sayin.
P.S. They drive a sweet car. Black '67 Chevy Impala. Aww Yeaaah! And just look at that knife Sam's got, I mean COME ON! ;P
Friday, August 26, 2011
First Few Days!
So these first few days (we've been here a week! Woot Woot!) have been awesome. Some stressful stuff but what do you expect? Going from summer vacation, staying up past one, sometimes two in the morning, only to have that life suddenly altered so as to fit into the schedule of school. Oh joy...Lol.
So I'm not gonna lie, the apartment didn't feel quite like it was ours until we put up the pictures and things, PARTICULARLY the man door. Oh, to walk out the door, ready to take on another day of studies, and see those gorgeous men...it brings me much joy... :P
We have quotes on our wall already! That's the way to do it! Yeah yeah! Our new TV is pretty sweet also. Took us a bit to figure out how to get all of the channels though...ha ha ha. Not to mention my DVD player doesn't seem to like it. Sorrow.
Also, we have a cat named Tink. He's pretty awesome and he smells like pina colada. ;)
So I'm not gonna lie, the apartment didn't feel quite like it was ours until we put up the pictures and things, PARTICULARLY the man door. Oh, to walk out the door, ready to take on another day of studies, and see those gorgeous men...it brings me much joy... :P
We have quotes on our wall already! That's the way to do it! Yeah yeah! Our new TV is pretty sweet also. Took us a bit to figure out how to get all of the channels though...ha ha ha. Not to mention my DVD player doesn't seem to like it. Sorrow.
Also, we have a cat named Tink. He's pretty awesome and he smells like pina colada. ;)
Monday, August 1, 2011
So Freakin' Excited!
So I am super excited about this upcoming school year! Not only do I have awesome classes, but I am going to have amazing roommates to boot! Super excited about it!
Not to mention, we'll have a 32" flat screen in our apartment this year! Woot woot! Way psyched for that! Movie nights are going to rock this year! ;)
Not to mention, we'll have a 32" flat screen in our apartment this year! Woot woot! Way psyched for that! Movie nights are going to rock this year! ;)
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