Continuing on my trend of posting unnecessarily short updates at obscene hours of the night, have a hello.
Hello: ...
Hello: -runs away-
Well damn.
~Mnem
Thursday 20 January 2011
Wednesday 19 January 2011
Long-awaited update of the frankly overused "look Ma, still breathing!" flavour
Well.
It seems Chronos has a knack for precognition that she has failed to tell me about.
Y'see, when she appended a disclaimer to the statement that "the incessant ramblings of people when they are thinking sanely [...] will come to an end in Ferret Gun", she was referencing a frame of life far beyond that which mere mortals can contemplate. Damn girl was seeing into the damn future and she damn well didn't know it at the time (what? I'm overusing the word "damn"? DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN I can't hear you). Sure she thought she was talking about Ink Ninjas, but it turned out to be far truer than either of us could imagine. And of course it is I who brings yon splendid bit of irony to the notice of the largely unruffled world, though this should by all rights be her post. Meh. That's Chronos for you.
So yeah, 's all I have to say for now. Consider this your standard low-grade hark-the-guilty-conscience-speaks "We're not dead yet" post. Unfortunately, ifunspeakable horrors things continue to swamp us unforgivingly as they have since we returned to school eleventy centuries ago, we will effectively remain in this "not dead yet" state until the next long weekend--Chinese New Year, baby!--or, you know, until one of us notices the blog languishing in its seventeen-foot drifts of dust and goads the other into a nice clean rant yet again. Mm. That too.
I'm sorry, it's 10:57 at night and I've been slaving away on a Biology lab report since seven. Everything looks like aortas now. @_@
~Mnem
It seems Chronos has a knack for precognition that she has failed to tell me about.
Y'see, when she appended a disclaimer to the statement that "the incessant ramblings of people when they are thinking sanely [...] will come to an end in Ferret Gun", she was referencing a frame of life far beyond that which mere mortals can contemplate. Damn girl was seeing into the damn future and she damn well didn't know it at the time (what? I'm overusing the word "damn"? DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN I can't hear you). Sure she thought she was talking about Ink Ninjas, but it turned out to be far truer than either of us could imagine. And of course it is I who brings yon splendid bit of irony to the notice of the largely unruffled world, though this should by all rights be her post. Meh. That's Chronos for you.
So yeah, 's all I have to say for now. Consider this your standard low-grade hark-the-guilty-conscience-speaks "We're not dead yet" post. Unfortunately, if
I'm sorry, it's 10:57 at night and I've been slaving away on a Biology lab report since seven. Everything looks like aortas now. @_@
~Mnem
Wednesday 5 January 2011
And the incessant ramblings of people when they are thinking sanely...
-- will come to an end in Ferret Gun.
No, we aren't going to stop posting, if that is what you are thinking. No, rather, we are expanding.
Perhaps this will explain it very clearly to you:
Damn straight. Except swords can actually, you know, kill you. (No, please do not dredge up the "guns don't kill people, people kill people" argument - swords have the potential to kill is what I'm saying, although it'd be damn freaky as well as maybe the end of the world if they started hovering around and stabbing people in the gut in a 1-2-3 fashion that would be similar to seppuku or harakiri, etc etc yadda yadda).
Hm, reminds me of a saying. "Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me." What do you think, actually? Comment if you have an opinion about these two sayings.
"Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me" vs. "The pen is mightier than the sword"
Of course, if we think about this relatively, I don't think sticks and stones can compare to a sword. ... well, the similarity is that if you're whacked by any of them, it hurts. It HURTS, dammit.
./looks at the picture again
Not that I would rather be stabbed by a ninja wielding a giant pen. Nope. Ninja ink'd be pretty neat though.
... the unfortunate medical examiner who'd have to examine my body will probably think I was murdered by a squid waving a machete around. How graceless.
Yes, breaking away from that tangent...
Mnem has established a new site which will be known as The Ink Ninjas (click click click!). As aforementioned, we will not be abandoning Ferret Gun, we are just sorting and stuffing things in places. Think of Ferret Gun as a sock drawer getting too full because we crammed it full of socks. Now think of the Ink Ninjas as another sock drawer, empty and unused. We are moving all the striped socks into the Ink Ninjas drawer. Yes? :D
The Ink Ninjas will be home to writing, writing, rants, the occasional word vomit, but mostly? Writing. They can be independent stories, one-shots, chapters of a story you're working on...
The only comments we'll allow for are those pertaining to constructive criticism or positive feedback.
... flames will only burn.
We'll kick your ass if you flame.
Seriously.
It's not nice.
And I don't know why I'm spacing everything out.
But whatever.
Main point? Don't freaking flame. Seriously. Doesn't make anyone happy.
Time to race over now! :D
If you haven't clicked on the link, CLICK ON IT NOW, DAMMIT.
SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS!
-Chronos
No, we aren't going to stop posting, if that is what you are thinking. No, rather, we are expanding.
Perhaps this will explain it very clearly to you:
Damn straight. Except swords can actually, you know, kill you. (No, please do not dredge up the "guns don't kill people, people kill people" argument - swords have the potential to kill is what I'm saying, although it'd be damn freaky as well as maybe the end of the world if they started hovering around and stabbing people in the gut in a 1-2-3 fashion that would be similar to seppuku or harakiri, etc etc yadda yadda).
Hm, reminds me of a saying. "Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me." What do you think, actually? Comment if you have an opinion about these two sayings.
"Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me" vs. "The pen is mightier than the sword"
Of course, if we think about this relatively, I don't think sticks and stones can compare to a sword. ... well, the similarity is that if you're whacked by any of them, it hurts. It HURTS, dammit.
./looks at the picture again
Not that I would rather be stabbed by a ninja wielding a giant pen. Nope. Ninja ink'd be pretty neat though.
... the unfortunate medical examiner who'd have to examine my body will probably think I was murdered by a squid waving a machete around. How graceless.
Yes, breaking away from that tangent...
Mnem has established a new site which will be known as The Ink Ninjas (click click click!). As aforementioned, we will not be abandoning Ferret Gun, we are just sorting and stuffing things in places. Think of Ferret Gun as a sock drawer getting too full because we crammed it full of socks. Now think of the Ink Ninjas as another sock drawer, empty and unused. We are moving all the striped socks into the Ink Ninjas drawer. Yes? :D
The Ink Ninjas will be home to writing, writing, rants, the occasional word vomit, but mostly? Writing. They can be independent stories, one-shots, chapters of a story you're working on...
The only comments we'll allow for are those pertaining to constructive criticism or positive feedback.
... flames will only burn.
We'll kick your ass if you flame.
Seriously.
It's not nice.
And I don't know why I'm spacing everything out.
But whatever.
Main point? Don't freaking flame. Seriously. Doesn't make anyone happy.
Time to race over now! :D
If you haven't clicked on the link, CLICK ON IT NOW, DAMMIT.
SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS!
-Chronos
Monday 3 January 2011
Huhwaitwhat? Vol V: Instant Messenger Of Doom - November edition
Yeah, we've hit the doldrums again.
Saturday 1 January 2011
Huhwaitwhat? Vol IV: Instant Messenger of Doom - September edition
Because we suck at keeping promises.
2011, fk yeah.
Technically this should be Chronos' post (lucky fish beat me to that fateful midnight by an hour due to good location planning) but seeing as I'm the one who's still online, ze honour of zis post is mine all mine, mwahahaha.
Jus' kidding--this is for her too. For everybody. Happy New Year's, world!
Jus' kidding--this is for her too. For everybody. Happy New Year's, world!
(click for big.
warning: big is big.)
PS. New year, new drawing style? :P
I kid, I kid, but I like this way too. It's how I draw when I'm under pressure.
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