Semiconductor Physics at the Microscopic Level

I take my instruments of miniscule arrangment, and take a biomimetic approach of the many nanomaterials below.

Fabricating nanostructures, amazing lithography using my atomic force microscope, no ultraviolet MBE to show.

Creation of thin films, a dual polarisation interferometry approach to the spinotronics at hand.

Solaroid battery installed, at an atomic level. While the nanocellulose makes a biomineralization demand.

I throw down my colloids and nanorods in synthetic disgust,

it was stochastically impossible when the nanomotor was bust.

I went to the library for help, but nothing on pharmaceuticals or quantum effects in nanomedia.

It wasn't going to work, I knew it. You can't build nanoweapons, by reading from wikipedia.

Shnowite and the 5 dwarvez. Original German Folktale

Once upon a time as a queen sits cutting herself at the window, she throws three drops of blood on the snow that had fallen on her ebony window frame. As she looks at the blood on the snow, she says to herself, "Oh, how I wish that I had a daughter that had skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony and can sing like a devil". Soon after that, the queen gives birth to a baby girl who has skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony and sings like a devil. They immediately name her Princess Shnowite and then as soon as the child is born, the queen dies.

Soon after, the king takes a new wife, who is beautiful but also very very very vain. The new queen possesses a magical mirror, an animate object that answers any question if you rhyme, to whom/which she often asks: "Mirror, mirror on the wall / who is the fairest of them all?" to which the mirror always replies "You, my queen, are fairest of all, DUH." But when Shnowite reaches the age of seventeen, she becomes as beautiful as the day (I don’t know what this means.), and when the queen asks her mirror in vanity again, it responds: "Queen, you are full fair, it is true, but Shnowite is fairer than you, HAHAHAH SUCKER!" Though in another version, the mirror simply replies: "Shnowite is the fairest of them all." The witch, erg excuse me, the queen then breaks the mirror, and buys a new one.

The queen becomes jealous, and orders a huntsman to take Shnowite into the woods to be killed. She demands that the huntsman, as proof of killing Shnowite, return with her lungs, kidneys, brain, heart, stomach, ribs, spine, thigh and her liver. The huntsman takes Shnowite into the forest, but after raising his knife to stab her, he finds himself unable to kill her as he has fallen deeply in love with her just randomly. Instead, he lets her go, telling her to flee and hide from the Queen. He then brings the queen the lungs, kidneys, brain, heart, stomach, ribs, spine, thigh and the liver of a boar, which is prepared by the cook and eaten by the queen, because she thinks she is suddenly a cannibal.

In the forest, Shnowite discovers a tiny cottage belonging to a group of five dwarves, where she rests. There, the dwarves take pity on her, saying "If you will keep house for us, and cook, make beds, wash, sew, and knit, throw parties, kill innocent animals, help in the mines, eat dirt, and keep everything clean and orderly, then you can stay with us with only minor beatings, and you shall have everything that you want other than happiness." They warn her to take care and let no one in when they are away delving (what a word) in the mountains. Meanwhile, the Queen asks her new mirror once again "Who's the fairest of them all, stupid mirror on the wall?", and is horrified to learn that Shnowite is not only alive and well and living with the dwarves, but is still the fairest of them all impossibly, after the numerous beatings of old short guys.

Three times the Queen disguises herself and visits the dwarves' cottage while they are away during the day, trying to kill Shnowite. First, disguised as a peddler, the Queen offers colorful stay-laces and laces Shnowite up so tight that she faints, causing the Queen to leave her dead on the floor. However, Shnowite is revived by the dwarves when they loosen the laces, and somehow is not effected at all. Next, the Queen dresses as a different old woman and brushes Shnowite's hair with a poisoned comb. Shnowite again collapses, but again is saved by the dwarves, which makes even less sense, because how do you survive DYING? And how does a comb poison you? Did the queen stab her with it? Finally, the Queen makes a poisoned apple, and in the disguise of a farmer's wife, offers it to Shnowite. When she is hesitant to accept it, the Queen cuts the apple in half, eats the white part and gives the poisoned red part to Shnowite. She eats the apple eagerly and immediately falls into a deep stupor. When the dwarves find her, they cannot revive her (for once), and they place her in a glass coffin, assuming that she is dead. They bury her and leave her in the ground, quickly forgetting about her.

Time passes, and a prince traveling through the land sees the grave marker and says “What a queer name”. He strides to her coffin and digs it up. The prince is enchanted by her beauty and instantly falls in love with her. He begs the dwarves to let him have the coffin, and they say “What coffin?”. The prince's servants carry the coffin away. While doing so, they stumble on some roots and the movement causes the piece of poisoned apple to dislodge from Shnowite's throat, awakening her. The prince then declares his love for her and soon a wedding is planned with lots of cake and fruit, but no apples. WHAT, HES MARRYING A PERSON WHO DIED 3 TIMES? ? ? ? ?  okay never mind.

The vain Queen, still believing that Shnowite is dead, once again asks her mirror who is the fairest in the land, and yet again the mirror disappoints her by responding that "You, my queen, are fair; it is true. But a young queen is a thousand times fairer than you. You should probably kill yourself, before the FBI finds you."
Not knowing that this new queen was indeed her stepdaughter, she arrives at the wedding, and her heart fills with the deepest of dread when she realizes the truth, she tears out her hair and screams at the sky. The FBI catches up and as punishment for her wicked ways, a pair of heated iron shoes are brought forth with tongs and placed before the Queen. She is then forced to step into the iron shoes and dance until she drops dead, sadly she danced for several seconds and then collapsed in teary pain, then the firing squad showed up and put her out of her misery. THE END.

Yay. I'm sixteen years old...
Yay.
Now to the exciting stuff.
This really strange thing happened. I was waiting for a ride home, just sitting there like most people sit. And I was singing because I was happy like normal. And I was sitting and singing and I was happy. I probably looked like this:

And I was singing and singing and then... WHAM out of the 4th dimension I fall asleep.

So I'm asleep at the tree, which is probably illegal. And then the rest of my life was ruined by a dream, but I'm not going tell you what it was. But I will draw a picture.

It was horrifying and I just kinda made the volcanoes up.

But I learned an important lesson that day. LIFE IS IMPORTANT because anyone could get attacked any second by anything. You should treat life like each day could be your last because something is hungry.
So I wrote more of my famous poetry about this:

     When doing nothing, nothing is done
    But somone or something else is doing something

   For you

 Because they are hungry.

Gettin it done, for your own life

Cause you can get ahead and SURVIVE



Yawn

Summer





IS





Boring

and Happy 4th of July. Exactly 120 days til my birthday. AKA exactly 4 months. I always know the 4th of July is 120 days to my birthday. :|

Quick Summary

What do you expect from here? Candy? Rose Poems? No... I will give you better...
something unexpected... and less interesting

A quick summary about this blog. "see above"

Okay now what? I have to do a solo in a couple hours and I'm guessing an added 32 min.
But that doesn't concern you, because by the time you read this, I will have already done it. And it will be amazing... I'm so bored. Okay, I guess I'll do homework that isn't actually important.
And here's a random pic for you art fans that always want one:

Nothing

I'm not kidding. Nothing
just a psycho evil ball
and that can't dance
so... please help : POEM

If one is to come
and to say goodbye
what is the point?
and what is the why?

If one eats a cone
and the other a knife
which one dies quickest?
who loses their life?

If people are clawing
up a new wall
how many are sane?
how many is all?
Wasn't that poetic?

Two-parts...

PART # 1: I finally finished my book! It's about birds and platypussen. Um, platypi. Platypuses? Platies? Anyway... Here's more info on the book... THIS IS NOT A JOKE: http://abouttheauthor.yolasite.com/
THEN... you can buy this 600 page book for $5.00! NO TAX! buy it here: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=obsidian+birds

PART # 2: YOU like my poems, huh?





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WELL! I've had an inspiration. You know the poem: Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair, Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy was he?

Well, this poem has inspired me to write several of my own:



Fuzzy Wuzzy was a deer, Fuzzy Wuzzy drank some beer, Fuzzy Wuzzy now thinks pretty fuzzy.

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a hare, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair, Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very Fuzzy was he?

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a chair, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair, of course not! He was a chair!

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a snail, Fuzzy Wuzzy is a weird name for a snail.

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a peach, not an apricot, a peach. Peaches are Fuzzy Wuzzy!

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a man, Fuzzy Wuzzy invented pants, Fuzzy Wuzzy got rich quick...

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a science teacher in Spain, Fuzzy Wuzzy he got rich quick, Fuzzy Wuzzy died.

Fuzzy Wuzzy.

Pretty good huh?

What's new?

SPOONS! Spoon what's new! Spoons are the coolest invention besides sporks. Sadly, you can't put plastic sporks in your eyes. But you can with spoons! The only invention that comes close to spoons are socks. 

SPOONS!

I told you! You can wear spoons. And you can wear socks. You can eat with spoons. You can unravel socks into string. You can sharpen spoons and use them as weapons. You cannot sharpen a sock and use it as a weapon. You can hold things in spoons. You can hold things in socks. Spoons don't smell when you wear them. Socks smell when you wear them. You can dip spoons in ink and use them as a writing utensil. You can dip socks in ink and slap someone with it. You can throw spoons. You can throw socks. You can melt spoons. You cannot melt socks, but you can light them on fire sometimes. You can get spoons for free. You cannot get socks for free, usually. You can clean your toenails with spoons. You can keep your feet warm with socks. You can clean your fingernails with spoons. You can wear socks on your arms and hands for a type of glove.

SPOONS ARE BETTER!

What was I talking about? Oh yes, Dragon Ball Z. (See below)Wow.

So, It is this way. Tacos. HERE IS SOME POEMS I WROTE:

When ever I feel, the touch of a lily pad. Or look at the reddish pumpkin. I smell all the wonderful bakerfied things. (Bakerfied = Baked) And I dance jollily with a prancing penguin. I do the macaroni, and it does the Fox-crouch. It stampedes, I leap, but too late.

I get trampled by a stampeding penguin.

It tramples again. I trampoline.

I split off from the light-side.

I join the Extreme leftists.

I get attacked by fried dominoes.

I survive and betray my clan of tomato suckers.

They find out, and hire some Hessians to hunt me down.

I pay the Hessians to attack a baby alligator instead.

I grow a mustache. I grow another, and another, until my jar is full.

I write a pony, and ride an essay. I become vane on a weather vain.

I disgust a problem. And discussed filled my soul.

I vomited my pet volcano. I used some toiletpaper to make a tepee.

THE END

POEM #2

I

am

too

calm

for my

tongue

POEM #3

"THANK YOU"

I said to my teacher one day.

"YOUR WELCOME"

She answered as if thats all she could say.

"YOUR RUDE"

I said in a sarcastic voice.

"I"LL SEND YOU TO ISS"

Like she gave me a choice.

"NO!"

I refused, with command in my speech.

"LEAVE MY ROOM"

Was her little preach.

I left, and I bawled, and I banged on the door.

But, for all I know, she couldn't hear any more.

I knelt, and I fell, I was as good as dead.

I kept crying 'til I had no tears in my head.

Why was this happening to me? Were my thoughts.

All of the kids in my class were little bratty snots.

My teacher finally let me in the room.

The entire place was as quiet as a tomb.

I gasped, and I giggled, and I rolled on the ground.

Everyone stared, no one made a sound.

I stopped, and I sat, and I did nothing more.

I guess nobody really rolled on the floor.

I suddenly had amnesia and a pain.

I screamed a long verb, I became insane!

HUGHH! HUGHH!

4 Haikus

1. Nuclear Radiation

 A big explosion
 Fallout is left all over
 get Geiger Counters

2. Snails

 Slippery Slimy
 A delicacy in France
 Eat them up they're good

3. Haiku

 Read them and write them
 They all make sense but not mine
 They don't rhyme ever

4. Ancients of Ooga

 Watch out ooganis
 The boolis are coming here
 Barf inventory