I blame your corridor of premature mortality for the general lack of postiness

Well.

If you'd have liked me to post to the blog while you're gone then maybe you shouldn't lock me in the closet beforehand, eh? Think about that next time. It takes me a while to shovel six feet of concrete with a spoon. A plastic spoon. Goddamned cheapskates.

Then I had to dodge all your fooking death traps in your hallway of fooking inconvenience. I almost ran out of glass shards for the lasers--sorry about the bathroom, by the way, I'll replace the two-way mirror as soon as I scrape up the cash--and the poison gas ruined the wallpaper. (You're going to have to disinfect the place when you get back.) Oh, and I split all your security camera lenses with some well-timed bagpipe music. Nothing like 90 decibels of "Amazing Grace" to put a $500 thermal imaging scanner out of commission.

As regards your bottomless pit, I was apparently correct when I assumed that the gap would be smaller than the length of a ski. Plus the slats were good for when your stairwell turned into a slide. The guard at the bottom looked like he choked on a lemon.

Speaking of the guards, I nearly broke my wrist taking out the one in the kitchen--it's a hell of a lot harder smashing a chair across someone's back than it looks in the movies. The one by the garage? Introduced his coattails to some lighter fluid and a match. The three of them got on wonderfully, like a house on fire. With the smoke and the panic and the insurance claims and everything.

So, my dear, what can we learn from this?

The answer is: if you want me to post faster, just give me the goddamn closet key before you leave.
 
~Mnemosyne

Mnem the MIA

Hm, I'm the one not supposed to have internet access here.
When I finally get to a hotel with Internet, I log on and what do I know, no new posts.


-loudspeaker- Hey, Mnem? You were supposed to keep this place running whilst I was gone! See, this layer of dust... -sneeze- -sneeze- -sneeze-

Well, this attic blog has been abandoned for quite a while... -places a 'for sale' sign outside-

-adds subtitle-
THIS IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOU DON'T REVIVE, MNEM.

-Chronos

3 things I'd like to tell all you design nut dabblers out there

I don't fancy myself a particularly good graphic designer, as I've said before. But I know something awful when I see it. When the visual balance is off, or the colours don't quite work together, or God forbid they've saved in the wrong file format and there are little pixelated grains everywhere. Tchah.

So I have three things to say.

1. Save in PNG.
If you want high-quality stuff with little to no blurring and discolouration then for God's sake save in PNG format (*.png). Seriously, it's much better than JPEG in terms of quality, although it does take up a touch  more disk space. But it's worth it. Definitely.

2. Read this. 
It's an unbiased impartial honest surprisingly relevant (given the website's normal material) look at fonting.

3. Retain your fashion sense.
You'd never wear lime green with fluorescent violet, right? So why would you splash a header with those same shades of horror? Some combinations are just not meant to be seen by the human eye; I'm referring in particular to flat blue with dead fuchsia, which is unspeakably popular in some parts of the world, although why on earth they are condoned outside of a leaflet for the blind is a mystery to me.

~Mnemosyne

PS. I'm still wasted. Could you tell?

What's in a name? That which we call a blog / By any other name would bite as hard

Yes, I'm alive. Although I sound kinda wasted. -shakes head slowly- What was I saying?

I ran through the design options like you asked. Some of them are pretty but they're not necessarily applicable to FG--it's like strapping Chronos in a pair of ballerina flats and a dress. Sure it looks nice for a bit but then you get hit round the ears when you don't expect it. So yeah.

I like Chronos' design pick and I like this one too:

It's got the same basic sketchy theme going on, but it's a slightly different colour and with a slightly different subject. Hearts and rainbows and skulls and the like. When I read what I just wrote it strikes me as being somewhat clichéd (no shit Mnem!) but I really do think the design is neat. Random and all over the place. Wish it were a little more off-the-wall though.

Scrolling down so you can see what the posts look like:

Not too bad. I'm particularly fond of the orange page links up top and the orange page titles. I dunno why. I'm not usually terribly attached to that colour in and of itself. It just looks cheery when juxtaposed with the contents the design of this blog. So all I'm asking is that--whichever design we go with, Chronos' or mine--we keep the orange.

God, I sound so out of it.

~Mnemosyne

Chat Box Interface

Hey again!
3rd post, whoo! Sorry for getting all emo in my first post of the morning. Top of the morning to everyone now, because I've stopped angsting over the last episode of Angel Beats, which, besides the sentimentality, was awesome.
Thanks to Mazui subs, who fansubbed Angel Beats into English with patience, good quality, and speed.

That aside, the purpose of this post is to inform you of this new interface that I installed. Well, you can't really call it an interface... you see, I went here and obtained an html to our very own chat forum / room, which is currently displayed at the bottom of the page. Scroll all the way down... oh yes, if you would like to post whilst chatting, then you'll have to open a new tab of 'new post' so it doesn't close the chat interface and have to make you relog.
Yep. It runs on Java, just so you know, so make sure you have it installed properly if you want to use it!
I have power of admin to literally kick your ass out of the room if you don't behave, so bear that in mind. It's a means to communicate with Mnem as well, when she's not on MSN.
Other than that, enjoy.

Ooo, new designs.

Blogger has apparently installed a more advanced blog design system now.

Some of them look pretty. *_*

May I change the design, Mnem? D: -desperately wants a background picture-

Yes, I'm crazy enough to loiter around Blogger for exploration whilst waiting for episode 13.

Edit: I've done some exploring, and I'm currently gunning for this design. 

Click to enlarge. You know the deal. This design has the part with the post area and sidebars enlarged to its biggest width, as well as two sidebars. My only problem is the navigation bar doesn't look all too nice.

I think we might be able to change the text color though. What do you think?
Play with the design customization for a while. You can change anything and see how it will look on the new blog without actually affecting the original. Whatever you do, DO NOT press 'Save Changes to Blog'.
So... -silently sits in front of computer to wait for Mnem's response... AND EPISODE 13-

-Chronos

Chronos: FK YES. Mnem: Oh noes.

Episode 13 of Angel Beats! is out.

It's the finale.

Mnem knows what I mean.

-feels like jumping until her head hits the ceiling and laughing and crying and writing a run-on and also run-ons FTW hahahahahahaha nooooo I need my Angel Beats! 13 which is currently downloading with 2 hours left noooo -rages--

2 HOURS?! IT MUST BE A CONSPIRACY.

-Chronos

Edit: ... now it's 3 hours left.
Edit: 1 hour. 2 hours. 3 hours. NOOOOOOOO!
Edit 2: Yes, I am sad enough to WTF my own post and come back to edit the post to let you know.
Hey, just called myself sad and I'm not striking out.
YESSSSSSSS.
Crap, umpire forcefully removed me from play. I was never that good at baseball, anyway. Now, SOFTBALL, on the other hand...

FINISHED DOWNLOADING.
EFFING CRIED.
WHAT THE HELL WHY DOES KEY HAVE TO MAKE SUCH EFFINGLY EPICLY SAD SERIES?!
-cries-

[insert witty comment here]

Hi.

Can't think of anything to write.

I've been reading random TV Tropes pages all day. Fun stuff. It's the kind of website where you go, "Oh, I'll just open this link..." and you end up clicking and clicking and opening tabs and new windows until you realize your CPU's froze. And then you kick it back into life and open some more tabs. Yes, it's like that.

I like that website. They're a wiki, like that famous one, but they're much breezier and more casual, and the Tropers (in-universe nickname for the long-suffering contributors) have a definite sense of humour which comes through at least once an article. Plus it helps that they know what they're doing.

It's 10:04 at night and I'm kinda sleepy, so I guess this is where the post will end.

Sorry Chronos.

~Mnem

EDIT: Whoa, sorry. The title was originally enclosed in angle brackets, but due to Blogger's inherent stupidity built-in HTML recognition capability, the text disappeared, which is apparently what happens when it sees HTML tags it can't read. Hence the square brackets.

Yeh. Sorry for the flashy entrance, but if you're complaining about Blogger... :)

-Chronos 

A new member of the Ferret Gun family who is neither ferret, gun, nor ferret gun...

Long post titles FOR THE WIN.

I guess, like me, Mnem has vanished off the face of the Earth. Worry not, she will return... someday (Someday that might or might not be today, tomorrow, or someday next year).

In any case, I would like to welcome a new member: とうふ / 豆腐はんなり
Er, translation. It's a live piece of tofu with a cute face doodled on it. I took a picture of it and photoshopped it into a header I was GOING to use for my LiveJournal, but...

Ugh, I'm not even going to tell you how long that took to upload. Despite its shrunk down size, this is meant to be 650 x 260 pixels. In other words : somewhat damn big.
Cute tofu, ain't it? That's my opinion, anyway. The spammed Chinese / Japanese characters behind the 'hanabiira's LiveJournal' section say tofu x 29384798123740129830921830912.
Yes, that's a lot of tofu.
Welcome, Tofu.

-Chronos

Edit: Tofu has been added to the designs page, like all our other inanimate friends that were brought to life by our lack of creative imagination. 

Writer overboard!

Is it normal to go overboard when writing stories?

I tend to do this when I write historical fiction. But I've seldom done as much research as this.

For example, I currently have open in my IE tabs a Wikipedia page on the shooting of the Romanov family, another Wikipedia page on the possessive adjective, a third one on the rifle, a website pertaining to the Mosin-Nagant range of rifles, a how-to guide on cleaning said Mosin-Nagant rifles, and finally a Wikipedia page on Mosin-Nagant themselves. This is just so the protagonist of my story can have a realistic description of his rifle and the cleaning process he undergoes. I estimate that said rifle will have approximately five sentences of screen time in the entire story, and yet I've been looking up information on it for the past twenty minutes.

And, you know, that's not even counting the three hours or so of fact-hunting and fact-checking I did on the entire Romanov family--a period of research which involved at least seven more Wikipedia pages, one eyewitness account, five pages of a forum discussion about Grand Duchess Maria's romantic inclinations and a healthy amount of physical trauma. (Kidding on the last bit. Durr.)

I suppose it's not normal to do this. Maybe Chronos will back me up (I honestly have no idea about her writing process--all I know is that she likes to pen fanfics, she won't tell me anything more) but let's admit it, Chronos is not exactly a candidate for normalcy either. Anyways, it's been said that writing is far and above a lonely profession, so I suppose that doing things your own way is less of an issue in this trade than it is in, say, a bomb-dismantling line of work.

~Mnemosyne

PS If you're interested about the story behind all this, I am proud to tell you that I currently have 804 words down. Only about a thousand left. -grins like a manic plot bunny-

Edit: It gets worse. I actually looked up the obsolete Russian system of measurement in order to figure out whether a character would say "inches away" or "centimetres away". (The answer, by the way, is inches--Russia was "metrified" in 1925, and the story is set in 1918--although I declined to mention it in-story as diuym, the transliteration of the native term.)

2nd Edit: It's currently an ungodly hour in the morning but I've just hit 2345 words. Thought you'd like to know. (Earlier? "A thousand words left"? I lied. Hehe.)

Let the Cards Fall Where They May...

Since I've been MIA for a while on the internet (save for my daily necessities, like Fanfiction and subgroup updates), I have to upload a barrage of crap for you to pretend to be interested in.

You did this to a poor innocent bobblehead?!
Shame on you and your sociopathic ways.

Comments Mnemosyne, on the regrettable death of Jack the ceramic bobblehead of an emo skeleton of Halloween Town who dies too freaking easily just because I smacked his head around a few times. I believe if I copied and pasted that previous sentence in a Word Document, it would give me the green underline.
-scoff- Know-it-all. (Yes, I am referring to the Word Document. As much as it is normal and HEALTHY to insult yourself these days, I, sadly, do [not] partake in it.)
Speaking of words...

OMGWTFBBQHAX!

Is apparently the new greeting for this effed up nomad (i.e. Me). I have no idea how this appeared in the post, considering the title is "Let the Cards Fall Where They May..."
Ever played 'Pick 52?' If you are ever feeling bishy, Pick 52 is the way to go (Note: You are not suited to Pick 52 if you have no idea what it is even after reading this post). It is the most entertaining prank game ever, since the 'Internet Games for Sad People with No Life' revolution began.
Wait. That doesn't make sense.
Curses.
I think the plot bunny has hopped up, stolen my idea, and hopped off.
Wtf I allowed myself to be stopped by a bunny.

 VS.

 

 Next round, Plot Bunny (above) VS. Komurin (below) ! Stay tuned.
-hands Mnem a broom- Cleanup job in about 10 minutes. Those teeth look absolutely vicious.
-Chronos "Quickly replaces 'bunny' with 'Komurin'"

I BLAME [insert plausible person or explanation here]

-revives-
Hey, how has everyone been doing? I'm sure Mnem must be missing me -cough-, what with her lovely post about armies and battalions and such. I can't shake off the suspicion that she will swoop in, one of these humid summer days, to carpet bomb the current place I am in now. Of course, she wouldn't have the stomach for it, considering it would cause an international incident and a collapse in political relations between that country and this country. Only I, in our group of WTF can create international incidents or scandals of any kind... not that I'm planning any soon. -sheepish-
In any case, let me give you a demonstration of what happens to people when they try to cross me.

Meet Jack the bobblehead of Halloween Town. He was a happy, normal, emo skeleton of a guy. One day, he was sitting like usual, his ass glued to the ceramic plate bearing his name. And then... THIS happened.

Oh dear. In a flash [which is, to say, a small block of text later], poor Jack has been decapitated. The poor guy. What did he do to deserve it?
HE WAS A BOBBLEHEAD. Chronos got bored and started smacking his head around. That ultimately led to the snapping of his thin, weak neck, which leads Chronos to question WTF the factory was doing when mass producing these.
That's blue tack ultimately failing attempting to hold his neck together.
Chronos has been very, very busy you see. Not smacking ceramic bobblehead Jacks around, no. She's just been... occupied.
Or so she would like you to believe...

To be continued...

-Chronos "Fearing a ceramic bobblehead Jack of Halloween Town uprising"

Shoot the night owl

H'm. I just went through the "Edit Posts" page and Chronos has apparently left an unfinished draft lying around. It ends mid-sentence but she sounds typically out of it, so we can rule out a carefully written hoax entry planted by the indomitable Lisbeth Salander (who is by the way the most awesome literary creation this side of the Discworld's Death). So since she appears to be all well and happy and spacey I wouldn't worry too, too much about her right now. (Note the emphasis on "right now". Lord knows how I'm going to kill her what I'm going to do to her when she gets back.)

What I do find disturbing is the edit time. It shows on my computer (running at GMT +7 hours, if you're interested) as 00:14:00 this morning--which is effectively fourteen minutes past midnight. Hell, even I don't stay up that late, unless I'm trying to catch a flight or there's an English essay due next day. While it may be worth mentioning that Chronos is in some backwards little country running an hour behind my time, it doesn't detract from her creepy habit of writing posts when most sensible people are tucked up with a quilt and a bottle of Zoloft.

Keep in mind that the time displayed is only the time of last saving. Knowing Chronos, she probably started it an hour earlier before passing out on her laptop keyboard. Or having to fight for her life amidst a flock of genetically engineered flying watermelons, I dunno.

~Mnemosyne

Stealth giggle

Oho! I saw a sneak ROFLMAO on the Skippy post. While I'm flattered that my labour has impressed somebody, I really wish that a certain mentally disadvantaged young lady would frickin' write something already. Ahem. Even if it's just a rant on how tired she is due to being dragged along on wild goose chases for bank transcripts and the like.

In ten words or less: Chronos, hurry the fook up and POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST.

~Mnemosyne

PS. Bonus points if you get the "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" reference. To wit:

Ryan: I'll have a cheeseburger, some fries and a COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKE!
Ryan: (opens plastic bag) You forgot my COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKE!
Ryan: (later) WHERE THE HELL'S MY COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKE!?
 
Lol.

171. On training missions, try not to shoot down the General’s helicopter.

Chronos has been missing in action for a couple of days. Maybe she's gone AWOL. One thing I know for certain is that friendly fire had nothing to do with it. -hides bazooka behind back- Mm hmmm...

On a similar note, there is apparently a specialist (no joke, it's an actual rank--jeez) in the US Army who has a lot of free time on his hands and the appropriate amount of crazy awesome to make up for it. Thus was born Skippy's List: essential reading for anybody planning to enlist, already enlisted, thinking about enlisting, or completely uninterested in any of these but looking for a good laugh and further proof of humanity's creativity.

Additionally the guy keeps a blog and comes across as a genuinely kind, funny person. Of course it helped that the third entry in is about ferrets. No joke. Skippy keeps ferrets. (proof)

Anyways, I figure I've bored you enough with some actual writing and no lol pictures, so here are my top five items from the List (not counting that gem up in the title):

18. May no longer perform my now (in)famous “Barbie Girl Dance” while on duty.

58. The following words and phrases may not be used in a cadence- Budding sexuality, necrophilia, I hate everyone in this formation and wish they were dead, sexual lubrication, black earth mother, all Marines are latent homosexuals, Tantric yoga, Gotterdammerung, Korean hooker, Eskimo Nell, we’ve all got jackboots now, slut puppy, or any references to squid.

81. May not bring a drag queen to the battalion formal dance.

145. I should not drink three quarts of blue food coloring before a urine test.

198. Not allowed to lead a “Coup” during training missions.

~Mnemosyne

Clouded thinking

Nice try, Chronos, but the only way I'm hailing you is if someone gives me a weather manufacturing machine. (Or if you turn into a taxi.) Which reminds me...

BWAHAHAHA I HAVE CREATED A WEATHER MANUFACTURING MACHINE! (What, did you think you were secretly a taxi? Tsk tsk. Delusions of grandeur.) AND WHAT WILL I DO WITH THIS WONDERFUL BRILLIANT COMPLETELY HYPOTHETICAL AND NON-TAX-DEDUCTIBLE CREATION? I WILL RAIN DOWN CALAMITY UPON THE WOOOOORLD! BEGINNING WITH AMERICA, I WILL FIRSTLY BAKE AND AERATE THEM:

AND THEN I WILL SUBSEQUENTLY CHILL THEM TO WITHIN A COMFORTABLE FEW DEGREES OF MOLECULAR DEATH:

AND THEN I WILL... ER... I WILL...

-clanging noises-

Blasted machine's broken down on me again! Well, it ain't over till the fat lady sings, so regrettably, I must sacrifice the sanity of the many wonderful citizens of Milwaukee.

LOL. You were anticipating a fat lady picture, weren't you? I'm not that creepy. Heh.

-clears throat-

... and then--when I have completely driven them up the fruity roundabout--I will proceed to mess with THE REST OF THE UNITED STATES:

Neat eh? No more snow days for you lot.

The only downside to my marvelous plan is that I won't be able to use this nifty thing.

 

The perfect gift for any fashion-conscious British ninja out there. Although, come to think of it, British ninjas probably don't exist--

Me and my big mouth.

~Mnemosyne

Lalalalalalala~

As of today, we have been inactive for 5 days!
That is as a result of -
1. Mnem being absent for a little hike up to some country which is probably down for many people (No internet access >:o!)
2. Chronos being a lazy ass.
3. Lack of creativity.
4. Holy crap.
5. Yes, we get it.

Why am I still putting numbers in front of it? :o
Ah well. I am currently in a country that is not the country I was living in, but rather I took a hike up to a country that is... well, in the general direction of north.

This post was unprecedented and random. All hail Chronos and her WTF moments.

-Chronos

RE: They're going to WHAT?!

Those bleeping bleeped up bleeps who think they can shut down our bleepingly awesome website!
[Yes, it is a lot of bleeping.]
What makes it worse is that I received no such email. CURSE YOU uCOZ! Yes, I am sure it is the email I used to register with uCoz. Therefore, CURSE YOU uCOZ!
Crap. We were making such good progress with it too.
Well, I suppose when you get back, we can make another one. I'll have internet access where I'm going.
Have fun.

-Chronos "Ha! No life endangering robots this time!"

... I have a feeling that will be pointed in my direction soon. -sigh- Why do all good things have to come to an end? :(

P.S. That polar bear just looks wasted. :P 

They're going to close down WeTheFish :-o

Remember it? At ucoz? We haven't been there in ages. Apparently the powers that be think it's good enough reason to take the site off the web. I checked and they sent the creator of the site (aka Chronos) an email. So HURRY UP AND RESPOND TO THAT EMAIL WOMAN. -ahem-

We didn't even finish it. :-(

~Mnemosyne

Vroom

It's a bit harder to crack Monday jokes now that we're on vacation. But I would like to draw your attention to a strange phenomenon which manifests only during the summer months: that of dropping out of conventional time.

Not just the domain of badly scripted sci-fi films, timeslipping is actually a fairly common experience. It can be triggered by an extended lack of scheduled activity. Once an individual has timeslipped, he or she falls into a vapid miasma of existence in which it becomes increasingly hard to answer the question "What day is it?" without recursal to some form of electronic device. Extreme cases result in an inability to tell any sort of time and, eventually, the disappearance of the affected individual from the time/space continuum.

~Mnemosyne

-picks up the pieces-

Suuuuure. Have an epic battle all over the blog. Throw a giant robot out the window. Who cleans up the mess? I do. -grumble grumble grumble-

~Mnemosyne

Surely You Don't Mean...

X marks the spot indeed. Coincidentally, if you exchanged blogger with blogspot, you would receive a similar result. Never did know the different between blogspot and blogger until we made this exchange diary...

Regarding Mnem's post two posts prior...
When you say Hail Britannia, surely you don't mean --

Ah. Hi there, Charles di Britannia, fictional 98th emperor from Code Geass. Surely you jest! Of course, it didn't help that you used the same line as he did --

Yep, we all love the wonderful Charles, who runs rampant during the first season of Code Geass trying to set things up for his lovely Sword of Akasha and Thought Elevator.
No idea what I'm talking about? Go watch the anime.
Britannia is a lovely little nation -- empire in Code Geass which revels in having numerous Crown Princes and Princesses flippantly waltzing around in Britannia's colonies stirring up trouble. Why can't they just be good little children and stay at home? ...then again, an anime would have never come out of it. It is not unlike colonization by Europeans in Asia, I suppose, except they've thrown in a Gundam factor, what with Knightmares. Don't know what Gundam is either? YOU DON'T WATCH ANIME. -ahem- Needless to say, I don't think they speak with a British accent, considering it is of Japanese origin... nonetheless -snicker-, if they made an English dub... -snicker snicker-
I would much prefer they stick with their Japanese thanks (Although, it is hilariously questionable how people who clearly look European all speak Japanese). People in Code Geass with good British accents? I would die of laughter, I swear. I mean, Lelouch? British accent? -choke-
No, I am not insulting British people and their accents. Personally, I find them pleasant to listen to, especially in movies. I just don't swoon over them. 's just that there are some cases where British accents -- -buzzer goes off- No. Just... no.
Basically, Mnem, agreed. Really.
Sorry if it seems like I'm poking fun at what you posted. I just HAD to make the connection to Code Geass as soon as I saw the title. :D
On another note, I am bored. ...hello? Hello...?

Hi Lancelot. I suppose you're my only friend now. ...Wait. What direction do you think you're going to charge off in?

OH HOLY -

BOOM!

-Chronos "Too busy trying to save her skin from Lancelot"
Note: Hey, Mnem, you aren't using your ... -can't think of a word to describe them- the... the thing you include in your name. Y'know.

X marks the spot

OMFG, we're on Gooooooooogle. -cheers-

If you type in "ferretgun blogger" (no quotes needed), the first result is our beloved blog. Innit wonderful? It is. Yes it is.

~Mnemosyne

Hail Britannia

It's a bit creepy how many girls find British accents cute. I went to Jordan for a school trip and one of the components was a visit to the uber-preppy King's Academy (no offence, dear) where our guide was this nice gap-year fellow from England. My school at the time was quite small--especially when compared to the sprawling neatness of King's--and while all the guys and the teachers were visibly taken with the facilities, you could practically feel the girls drooling over our guide. -facepalm-

Note: I claim no part in this. (I can hear your eyes rolling, Chronos, put them back in.)

Anyways, we got back on the bus--practically had to drag some of the more rabid girls off of the property--and all they could talk about was our guide's British accent. For the next three hours they deconstructed everything he said and analyzed it and mimicked it to high heaven. I sort of tuned them out after they got to the adjectives because I would have got blood on my jumper otherwise, and it was a borrowed jumper.

The point I'd like to make is that the British accent, when attached to a reasonably nice-looking guy, will act as a sort of industrial-grade chick magnet. Not even kidding here. As long as you're out of the UK, that is. Although I've heard that boys with American accents get the same treatment there. Gods, if an actor "borrows" a British accent for a film role you can bet that the amount of screaming fangirls will increase exponentially. James Bond, Harry Potter, even the guy from the Prince of Persia movie. British, British, British.

And it's not just girls who will admit to this sort of fadding. I know guys who will cheerily attest to the fact that Gemma Arterton is cute as hell. Okay, so she is, but the accent's got to play a role in it--you can get no end of pretty girls in America too, or so I've heard.

I feel unqualified to discuss this newest track, so I'd better stop now. Maybe we should get a guy to guest-write some posts on here. Hmm.

~Mnemosyne

Too many cooks can't spell

It's hard to plan things when not everybody in the party is, you know, all there. Chronos and I have been trying to put together a karaoke excursion but the email chain we've sent out has been plagued by no end of problems.

People have not been coming online, people have been coming online and then not coming online after promising to, people have been coming online way more than is strictly necessary. Phone calls eat credit and we all live too far away to get together and plan it out, and besides, we'd fight about when to get together to plan our get together anyways.

Final verdict: majestic waste of time.

Enjoy your friggin' summer, guys.

~Mnemosyne

Ooo, Memento

I keep having to sign in every time I view FerretGun. Why won't it remember me? -gnashes teeth- Like seriously. Stupid forgetful blog.

~Mnem-

And O'er the Irish Pot of Gold...

-enters stage on a pogo stick-
Hi. We've been inactive for three -hop- days. That is because our -hop- muses -hop- were taking a short break from the onslaught of ideas they've had to provide for the lovely amount of 30+ posts in May.
-incessantly tired of the pogo stick- -tosses it off the stage-
CRASH! BANG!
Muse: MY EFFING HEAD YOU STUPID FISH!
Oh. Sorry. -is not in the least bit sorry- Your fault for taking an unpaid vacation. In any case, the purpose of this post is the announcement of future posts that will soon be floating around this diary. No dates, because we just aren't that crazy in planning.

Mnemosyne:
-Mnem, fill it up. Iuno what you're planning to do. :P
 Book reviews, because I feel lame.
-Movie reviews, for the same reason.
-How to draw anime from someone who can't draw anime.
-Best things to do in Singapore's Changi Airport.
-Worst things to do in Singapore's Changi Airport.
-Ranting.
-Win websites.

Chronos:
-Emotional Original Soundtracks (anime, mostly)
-The Power of Imagination: Fanfiction
-The Power of A Second Imagination: Fanart
-Japan (Holidays, baby!) - faces will be blurred for our safety :P Canceled.
-Win Sites - Ranging from Everything to Nothing! 

Hopefully, Romeo and Juliet: Failed will have its own time in this schedule. I'll add more as soon as I think of them.
And o'er the rainbow we begin to trek...

-Chronos

Summer is here, baby!

Since Mnem, once again, dearly loves taking her time writing her posts, I'll be happy to announce this (unless Mnem's post takes over anytime soon).

SUMMER IS HERE, BABY!

 In light of such, I will present everyone a list of things to do before or during the summer. 

1. Say farewell to leaving friends.
•  THIS IS OF VITAL IMPORTANCE. Make sure to sign their yearbook and stay in touch. Lifelong friends are always good to have. :)
2. Befriend a ferret.
•  This is the most essential thing of the summer. I'd probably be too busy 1. staying / vacationing in a city or 2. debating with myself whether to pet the damn thing. It'll probably be terrified at my conflicting, changing facial expressions and run off.
3. Try getting high on oxygen. Just once. 
•  Go to a place with wonderfully fresh air, stand on the highest thing you can find (that will not cause certain death or pain if you can't balance on it - pick a table or a chair or something.), pull a "Rose from Titanic" and laugh like a madman until the local patrol car comes around and coaxes you to come down whilst a doctor stands by with a straight jacket that doesn't look all too comfortable.
4. Become a ninja or a pirate.
•  Quite self-explanatory. Go find a ninja-school. It will most likely be secluded in a mountain range full of children / teenagers / adults who can kick your ass straight out of that mountain. In other words... don't try unless you have previous experience. :)
•  If a pirate school exists... CRAP THEY'RE PLANNING A WORLD DOMINATION / PILLAGING DAY! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! Or report to your local authorities. Not that it will do any good. Hey, is that a ship with a skull flag I see there, o'er the horizon...
5. Optional: For those who are sad and have no life like Mnem and I do...
• Prepare for your next year of school by dragging your textbooks wherever you go. No, Mnem and I don't actually do that. Like I said, it's optional. OPTIONAL, I said. If you're going into IB / AP / a mix of both next year... hell, it's MANDATORY.

And those are Chronos' tips for ruining the rest of your life the summer! I'll add if I can think of anything else. Meanwhile, there's a lonely DS sitting on my bed waiting to be gamed on...

-Chronos

Random funny cat pictures time

For some reason I can never quite picture what the folks in cold countries do with their cats in the winter. Do they lock them in the house? Do they let them out to frolic in the snow? If you've got, say, a Siberian (cute), or a Maine Coon (cuter), or a Norwegian Forest Cat (-melt-), then I would assume that a couple of snow days are in order. But if you've settled on a shorthair then I guess you'll be seeing a lot more of this picture going on than you'd like, especially if the cat's got theatrical tendencies.

Worst-case scenario is that the cat gets cold feet (haha, bad pun) and you have to come pick His Royal Highness up.

You never want to be stalked by a cat.

Chronos has some funny/stupid magnet stories to tell. None involving cats, though.

This one reminds me of my friend's orange cat, Max. He was huuuuuuuge. (The cat, not my friend.) Luckily Max was more of a lie-around-all-day feline, so he never had his heart broken by snickering birds.

Cat in the background looks just like Max. He'd  never jump that high, though.

Victim #78 was the orange cat in the last picture.

Those were Victims #31, 32, and 33. Will Gil Grissom and his feline sidekick solve the case before the killer strikes again?

But wait, does that mean that we're dumb too? (<- Make sure you know the ending to The Sixth Sense before you read this.)

~Mnemosyne