Madcap screencap adventures! or, If a picture is worth a thousand words, then I just won out on War and Peace

In this update: screenshots. Lots of 'em.

Y not?

Mad: -slaps Mnem for the lame pun-

Jeez, sorry.

Our dear friend Eusebia is having her birthday tomorrow, and we've all ganged up to make a sort of shambly, highly individualized collage for her, consisting of a large hand-drawn mishmash of A4-sized letters that will somehow hopefully maybe perhaps WHO AM I KIDDING -bursts into tears- form the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY [EUSEBIA] in an easily tacked-up-on-the-rafters format. Cool yeh? Anyhoo, we all pulled our choice of dipthongs and I got the 'Y's (because, you know, they're a stick on a stick, how hard can it be? --I can tell you, plenty hard) and, because I am unpredictable and rambly and given to poking FerretGun with the Big Stick Of Excessively Wordy And/Or Otherwise Unnecessary Posts every once in a while, I figured you lot ("Welcome to FerretGun! Total Population: 0.4 because everyone ran away after we, uh, cut that one guy in half--and of course he got slightly moldy and bits started falling off") wouldn't mind seeing my lovely artwork either.

GAHAHAHA WHO AM I KIDDING?! Eheh, picspam followeth. If this were LJ I'd put it under a cut (I'd have to; isn't there a law that mandates this somewhere, for the safety of the casual browser?) but, since this is Blogger and the cuts are infinitely less awesome, you get them chucked at you no matter whether you want them or not. -depraved grin-

Oh, I'm such a nice little girl.

I hereby dub thee "Gothic Y".

EDIT: Maybe "Peacock Y" would be more appropriate?

And you shall be my "Collage Y" and you shall be mine, and you shall be my "Collage Y"!

... no, I ain't usually like this, but working with oil pastels has a bit of a giddying effect on me. Quite similar to the Crayon Effect sometimes observed in overstressed highschoolers. Present anybody over the age of fourteen with a pack of crayons and a clean sheet of paper and boom, you've got yourself an artistic manic-depressive right there. Fun stuff.

~Mnemosyne

Autism crackers, bad math, and existentialist jokes

And over there are the ADD pretzels,

right next to the schizophrenia beer.

Marketing people are sneaky buggers.

I want. I get. I happy.

~Mnem

The First Award to Be Given Out--!

I could have done a better job. :(

EDIT: Lies. --Mnem

BUT HERE YOU GO MNEM!

The Ferret Gun, its family and its affliates proudly presents you with

THE SIGNATURE OF ACHIEVEMENT

For singlehandedly keeping Ferret Gun afloat with constant posting.

We all appreciate it when you put in extra effort when Chronos goes on strike to reach our goal!



A specially made signature to recognize your achievement! (You don't have to use it.)

Just recognizing your awesomeness. Seriously, thanks for all those extra posts!

-Chronos, the Ferret Gun family, and those other people who sponsor us but not really.
(+ extraneous formatting by Mnem. Who says "D'awww thankyou :)" to everything above.)

Huhwaitwhat? Vol III: Instant Messenger of Doom - March Archives -The Epileptic Inks -

Mnem's head on a stick. [by Chronos]

Chronos' head on a stick. [by Mnemosyne]

The gluestick mascot. [by Chronos]

(Apparently) Chronos in a paper bag. [by Chronos]

(Apparently) Chronos in a paper bag version 2.0. [by Chronos]

Guy with an abnormally large nose looking over a wall. [by Mnemosyne]

Mnemosyne before car accident. [by Chronos]

"Chronos is inside the jail, I am outside it." [by Mnemosyne]

Humpty Dumpty (or some random yellow potato resembling him) on a wall. [by Chronos]

Another rendition of "Who is In the Jail Cell?" [by Chronos]

Yet another rendition of "Who is In the Jail Cell?". [by Mnemosyne]

Mnemosyne in the midst of a rough storm / the blue flames of hell. [by Chronos]

-Chronos

(+ additional formatting by Mnem)

Happy 5th Month Anniversary, Ferret Gun!

./wanders in

So sorry I haven't been around.

Says it all, really.

But as compensation for leaving this blog to dry like a hanging sardine, here is a treat.

Hopefully it'll amuse you for a few days.

WE ARE STILL ON EMOTICON STRIKE. 
We also have some fried smileyface. Would you like to try some?  

-Chronos

Encounters of the self-sim kind, part I

There has been a resurgence of interest in Sims 2 amongst Chronos and myself lately. However, when I say "interest", I do not in any way mean to imply that we are up to the same brands of digital mischief. She is content with doing healthy, normal things like raising families and stranding random townies in 4x4 swimming pools. I, on the other hand, occupy myself with poking innocent pixels into looking a little less like Joe Q. Public and a little more like (le gasp) us. Not healthy. Not healthy at all. But perhaps a little normal.

The term is "self-sim" (alternative titles referencing narcissism, egotism, and lack of adequate attention during childhood were vetoed by the early gaming community), and quite frankly I do not understand the need for such things. If you want to look at yourself, go grab a mirror. If you want to have your dream home, go build it. If you want to juggle seven relationships at once, reach the top of the military career and cook breakfast in the buff, then there's nothing stopping you from doing that, except perhaps federal laws and a little thing called family honour. But I digress. A self-sim is unnecessary. And Mnemosyne is a colossal hypocrite, because she just spent a good forty-five minutes making not one but two self-sims, although she pleads leniency due to the fact that only one of them was of her.

Prepare for retinal damage, people.

"Aw, that ain't too bad!" Well, yes, I suppose, apart from the fact that she looks nothing like me. There's the face structure, or lack of it, and the weird skintone. Shiny? Really? Wtf was I thinking when I grabbed this? The phrase I've heard used before is "buttered ham", and in retrospect they were on to something. Real people don't look like that unless they have some sort of frog gene therapy going on. It ain't so bad here because I hid it up in long sleeves and trousers (incidentally, I do this in real life too, although there is the need to make clear that I do not resemble any sort of oiled meat in my day-to-day wanderings), but it damn near comes close to glowing in the freaking dark. (Hey, wait a minute...)

The hairstyle I can refrain from chucking out the window, except for the barrette (barrettes steal your soul when you're not looking). The clothes are somewhat similar to what I would like to wear IRL provided the weather allowed for it, which it most patently does not, living as we do in Southeast Asia. Final verdict: horrible. Onwards ho.

OMGWTFBBQ IT'S CHRONOS! THE HILLS! RUN FOR THEM!

LOLJK don't hurt me please. -shrinks back into chair-

This is my attempt at Chronos, as you may or may not have inferred from the all-caps up there. Words cannot express how un-Chronos this Sim is. The face! It does not resemble her face at all! It's as if I have never seen her by the light of anything more substantial than a dying firefly on his last milliwatt of strength! The hair! It does not resemble her hair at all! By the gods, it's as if this isn't Chronos at all, but a badly made, totally unreferenced, I haven't-actually-seen-her-since-Friday unwarranted selfsim... owait. Owait, yeah, it is.

-makes face-

She does wear clothes like that sometimes, though, which is the only point I will allow. Usually when she sleeps. No, I do not watch her when she sleeps. Not often. I mean... never. :B Never, yeah, never. She snores Would I lie to you?
Chronos: Yes.

Oh shut up and go away and let me work on these abominations in peace.

~Mnemosyne

Them crazy Bio kids

How the hell was I supposed to know this?!

~Mnem

The many joys (cough) of Blogger #15

So I login and check the front page of FG, and lo and behold the lovely brain slug piccy from Chronos' "What are the creepiest things we can synchronise?" post is missing.

I report the problem to Chronos, and she, after throwing the mother of all fits--

... she comes back and tells me there is nothing wrong.

So I refresh, and that little red x is still there, and I have a little tussle with Chronos, and I try forcing her to look at the above screenshot, and she cancels my image sending twice, and I yell at her a little and refresh again, and--

Blogger, I'm on to you.

~Mnemosyne

AAGH IT BURNS!

Ha. Bet you weren't expecting that title.
1.) I can't feel my goddamn fingers.
2.) I can't feel my goddamn fingers because of the inking, coloring, and Photoshop editing of the following sketch.

Oh look, it's the Ferret Gun Family!

It's like the freaking Renaissance all over again on FerretGun.

-Chronos

The Era of "Fail Designs"

Mnem has come up with GIMP. Therefore, I too must come up with something.

See that signature in the bottom right corner? Mine. No stealing pl0x. Anyone (if they want to, anyway) is free to share it elsewhere only if credit is given.

Yes, Mnem, go on, berate me on how unepic this is. I colored it in a rush. XD 
It has been added to the "We Fail!" Designs page.


-Chronos

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'"

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

Ferrets?

Y'know, I just realized, even with our Blogger being called "theferretgun", we have a general absence of ferrets or ferretiness. So, I take it upon myself (because Mnem dearly loves taking her time on her posts so she can maximize the level of intelligence she SOUNDS like she has - don't worry, she's just as retardus as me. :P) to give you... FERRETS.

Yes, we kick out the competition. Ferrets FTW.
Don't misunderstand though, I like cats too.
Of course, there's always internal strife.

-Chronos

Song and Vid Linking Fail

Blogger sucks at song and vid linking. I can't even put a normal player into the side menu.
-glooms-
But hey, let's brighten our day with another WTF of the Day!

-peruses previous entry- Yes, you were quite... stalker pedophile ninja obsessive about owls, weren't you?
-protects the terrified WTF owl- Ah, if only the ferret wasn't already our mascot, I would use an owl. (Y)

Like my new post name? :P
I like cheese. Cheese is good. Mm... cheese. Cats are good too. Just not as delicious. >:(

-Chronos
CRAP I FORGOT MY TAGS AGAIN.

Oh me, oh my.

Bleach on Renaissance paintings?
Looking forward to it. For no particular reason at all, I am going to say, er, show, you that:

Indeed, double negative it is not.
Fail pictures for the win. May the fail be with you.
Hey, it's plagiarism, but it's catchy. Screw you, copyrighters.
Don't quote me out of context.

-Chronos
Amg, I forget to put my tags on. -adds-

Re: Girl Scouts

Dear me, dear me.
Don't scare our stalkers away with such a threatening lil' girl's face.
... then again, when have stalkers ever been good?

Eeek cut off girl scout face. -edits layout-
Yes, next time...
JUST BUY THE GODDAMNED COOKIES.

On another note...
I want that costume. May the fail be with you.  

-Chronos