If I may hijack my own blog for a moment - and I think that I may, given that it is my blog after all - I'd like to mention that I'm feeling rather pleased with myself. I've just written my French assignment, in the style of Raymond Queneau. I've written the same story several times in different forms - in the style of a novel, of two women gossiping, as abbreviated notes, as an interview, and - get this - in sonnet form. Fully rhyming. And in French Alexandrine meter. Sometimes I amaze myself with just how much I rock. :o)

Zoe's Plan For World Domination 55

I will get a job work in a dentist's surgery, and over a period of several years, will collect every extracted wisdom tooth I can lay my hands on. Eventually, when I have amassed enough, I will genetically splice them onto my specially-bred scorpion-Yorkshire terrier hybrids, thus creating a huge army of  horrid biting, stinging, chomping, yapping, grinding little monsters with a sadistic and homicidal vicious streak (the latter coming from the Yorkshire terriers, obviously). Not only that, they will also be highly intelligent, having been grafted from wisdom teeth and all, and thus they will not be outwitted by mere humans.

Imagine the terror as I unleash my creatures of wicked malevolence. You might be walking down the street when you hear the dreaded clipping-scraping noise of lots of tiny little feet, and struck with fear, you turn around to see a monstrous collection of glistening, pearly white teeth and pincers coming towards you, and you try to run, but it leaps towards you, and it's gnashing, clawing, biting furiously, and then it eats your EYES and you SCREAM with AGONY, and you lie moaning and writhing on the FLOOR with BLOOD everywhere and a horrible clacking noise, and then you pass out, and when you wake up, you find out I've taken over the world.

Or something like that.