Q: Mommy, are we dead yet? A: Almost, sweetie, almost.

I must say, my favourite lines from Shakespeare's much-parodied loved play Romeo and Juliet has got to be these:

JULIET
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Alternative meanings aside, this is--in my humble opinion--one of the most goldarn adorable statements of the entire play...

... unless you're Mad, of course.

'Nuff said.

~Mnem

PS. Why have we not been posting like the pencil-adduced thesaurus-sniffing run-on-sentence-abusing hyphenated coffeemeisters like we are (or used to be)? Quite frankly, my dear, we don't have enough bloody time left for FerretGun in between the demands made by school and homework and more homework and preventing mutual friends from committing suicide by bagel and yet more homework and, y'know, the little expendable things on the side like sleep (such a luxury now) and food (om nom nom). We're sorry. It sounds insincere but we are. And what we are is tired sorry and redundant. Uhh... yeah.

LOOK, A PENGUIN. -books it the hell out of there-

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!

(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.

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)

ZOMGFISH.

Look! It's Chronos and Mnem!

(No, seriously, this is us. For real this time.)

Random Bits Of Information That You May Or May Not Have Any Interest Whatsoever In Acquiring That Somehow Pertain To This Picture:

1. The pink creature on Chronos' head would be Chomp, the smiley-defenestrating octopus she cheated out of an arcade claw booth, and I say cheated because arcade claw booths are designed for the very purpose of providing a long-term home to their fuzzy little occupants. You're not actually ever meant to win anything off them... not by legal means at least. -shifty look-
2. I don't actually have pink hair. Nor is it straight. But I do possess that headband (although IRL it has white polkadots on it, because everything is better when it's eyecrunching) and a wig cut in that style, which I wore to school on Thursday in order to commemorate the 28th of October (otherwise known as The One Day You Get To Dress Up In School Because Hallowe'en Has The Nerve To Fall On A Weekend This Year). The look I was going for was Pippi Longstocking, complete with red plaid dress, layers over and under said dress, purple shoes, and long stockings socks (that also had dots!!!!!1!!one!), but somehow everybody kept telling me I was Lady Gaga, or Cyndi Lauper, or Wednesday Addams, or Hit-Girl, or Scout from TKAM, or some songstress from an all-girl K-pop band. (Weird.) I also got an unhealthy amount of comments to the effect of "You'd look nice if you actually styled your hair that way" and an equally objectionable although much more humorous amount of "Why did you dye your hair pink?", to say nothing of the odd joker who strolls past, double-takes, and then says real quietly, "Nice socks." -breathes- Run-ons FTW.
3. These were two separate pictures that I popped into GIMP and traced over by hand. Don't have a tablet (but Chronos does, lucky beggar) so it was all mousework for me. Got the nice smooth final look by running the inked and coloured .png through Inkscape's path tracer, which converts bitmaps (the image format based on pixels which is famous for exploding in high zoom mode) into vectors (the image format based on mathematical formulae which is famous for not exploding in high zoom mode). Because practically nobody and nothing accepts .svg files I screenshotted the final result and tossed it into GIMP once again. Consider it a sort of artistic volleyball, if you will, but if the shoe fits...
4. LOL Chronos looks really Chinese here doesn't she? -grins-
5. Font is Lemons Can Fly. Get it from here, not here, because the .zip from the latter site will throw a hissy fit and demand a password upon extraction.
6. I like the way I drew the hair--for both of them (both of us?). Criticism in this area will be met with tank-crushing. See previous post for the gory details.
7. Holy shet that was a lot of writing.
8. Haha, it's late.
9. We're not really talking about the picture now are we?
10. ... screw that.
11. ~Mnem

"Flying rats!"

Adorable, candy-coloured ones.

(Hue/sat recolours of this vector set, from the oddly likable Vecteezy.)

~Mnemosyne

Ferret is the new black

I made mention a few posts back of my seven standard colours, the ones I have decided are MINE ALL MINE and will probably use to within an inch of their lives in the foreseeable future. Remember? No? Well, you will, because I'm going to shove them up your eyeballs in approximately five seconds (or however long it takes you to read this little string of text).

Next time anybody asks me for my favourite colour, I'm just going to point them in this direction, because I love every single one of those shades equally and without discrimination. (Except for the orange, yo, which is totally more equal than all of them put together. Not that I'm biased or anything.) They're like my children, if you could slap children on questionable line drawings and call it art. Wait...

Actually, on second thought, let's not go in that direction. The RSPCC is already after my hide for that "babysitting" incident (although in my defense nobody ever said you weren't allowed to tie them to the lawnmower while you did a little light gardening).

~Mnemosyne

Return of the GIMP monster + the siege of LiveJournal

Ooh, look at me, I'm so scary, rawr rawr. Me and my layers and my opacity and Gaussian blur and my slightly unnerving pop-eyed dog.

We are unsettlingly fuzzy, and we are legion.

But, I digress. Here's another random act of GIMPage to sate your hunger. Not really even FG-related this time (unless you count the repeated abuse use of my much-loved seven standard colours):

She was originally meant as a LJ header, but apparently we ungrateful non-paid members don't get to customize our themes to that extent (think of the anarchy that would result!), so I guess she gets the consolation prize of being my userpic. For what it's worth the new journal is at sock-thing.livejournal.com although it is, as of now, empty as a savvy plumber's condom packet.

OMFG A SEX JOKE
THE HILLS
RUN FOR THEM

... psych.

I have to say, I'm kind of looking forward to this journaling shtick. (Don't worry, I won't be leaving FG behind, because I still need somewhere to make fun of LJ itself.)

Here is your anarchy, people.

Muahaha.

~Mnem

Moar sig.

People like me should not be given access to graphic manipulation programs.

Learn from your mistake, world.

~Mnem

Testing testing

One two goddamn purple four.

~Mnem

Don't look a gift horse in the eye

Because, you know, they bite on contact.

Aaaaaand on a completely unrelated note, here's an early birthday present for you, Chronos:

Because GIMP pwns Picnik. (Sadly, it does not pwn Photoshop... but don't tell her I said that. <_< ... >_>)

~Mnem

Wewt.

In the fastest spree of GIMPage yet recorded, Mnem has managed to churn out a little piccy in just under three hours! Hooray for Mnem! ... and will somebody please unplug the laptop, she's fallen asleep on the keyboard again.

Fun stuff.

~Mnem- "zzz" -osyne

Sketch dump

It's that time of the month again. No, not to run out and buy as many packs of sanitary napkins as possible (although I honestly don't know anybody who still uses that term), but to stuff a billion and a half freehand works in progress up your collective noses. No GIMPing--this is glued in straight from my much-abused sketchbook. Enjoy.

"Feed the penguin!"

Yet another FG diorama. Yes, I will GIMP this. Eventually. Maybe. (Ignore the spheroid thing on the upper right corner; that's the Omu in another sketch, which I will not upload because it is c-r-a-p.)

Rabbits

Apologies for the lame-ass title. If you've got a better one, tell me. And yes, that is the ground sketch for Saturdays At Chronos' over there! How on earth did you guess? (I keep a crowded sketchbook. Saves paper, y'know.)

Even Dolls Have Secrets

Again with the lame-ass titles. I'm not really good at this, am I? The girl is inspired by the works of Emily Martin. The gap-toothed monstrosity behind her I took pointers on from Gris Grimly. Both are excellent artists and I really, really wish I had even a fraction of their talent.

Adieu for now. Chronos, get your butt in gear and write!

~Mnemosyne

Are those wedding bells that I hear?

Says it all, really.

~Mnem- "NNNNNNNNNNNNN DON'T WANNA BE THE PRIEST(ESS)" -osyne

Huhwaitwhat?

-blank look-

Well, since Chronos is not making any sense, I will throw GIMP at her to see if she wakes up. -grin- That, and I got distracted by the watermelons when posting a few nights back and neglected to foist my image upon ye. Shame on you all for not reminding me! -tsk tsk-

Anyhoo, here it is. Try not to run screaming from the room. It gets boring after the fifth time.

A quote from a book I'm reading right now. I swear I'm in love with Philip Marlowe. (Confused? --Well, suck it. Go look him up, I'm too lazy busy to write up a summary. -sunny smile-)

~Mnemosyne

Random craptastic crap from way back in our WTF days

No, that doesn't mean our "what the fk" days are behind us. It just means that we no longer own exclusive tradmarked rights to WeTheFish.ucoz.com. -weeps a little weep- I still remember the transcendant joy that coursed through our veins when we found out what the site's acronym was... wait, who am I kidding? "Transcendant joy"? I just screamed a little and Chronos went off to ransack a neighbour's place in celebration. Aah, the good old days.

Before I derail into a slobbering mess of nostalgia I'd better get back to what this post was meant to be--a few images I created in honour of our little foundling domain. Which, since said domain is gone, are now homeless. So FerretGun better get cracking on ordering that bunk bed because we've got two more useless lovely additions to our already bulging always homey picture ranks.

Whales are cool. Flying is cool. Therefore, flying whales are cool. (y)

However, dodos clucking around on the top of the earth are not so cool. You start burning your ego for fuel when the top predator around is a bird with a brain the size of a chickpea shell.

~Mnemosyne

Pixelphobic, avert your eyes

One more for the count.

That'll be the last one for a while--promise! Well, from my end at least. Chronos has one more surprise.

~Mnemosyne

Revertion to type imminent

Look, it's our gang! Clicky for important details, such as names, which are of course our pseudonyms for them. Wouldn't want to have anybody stalked, of course... -hehehe-

~Mnemosyne

Aaaaand another one for the road

More proof that Mnem not only knows what a pencil is and how GIMP works, but that she has absolutely no colour sense either.

From left to right, that's Eli (milking the "masked ferret bandit" look for all it's worth), Mnem (in an orange raincoat, purple boots, and Norwegian Olympic curling team trousers, none of which I actually own in real life--although I'd love the pants), Corrie (who is blue because Mad got bored one Saturday afternoon), Chronos (the respectable-looking-scientist-who's-really-a-bona-fide-mad-scientist-with-a-thin-veneer-of-respectability-and-a-clean-lab-coat), and Mad (with one of my few successes in drawing weapons--pun intended--and in ski goggles because he turns people to stone by looking them in the eyes).

~Mnem

The magic of GIMP

I'll explain later. What I want to do is see these pictures on the internet as proof that what I did actually happened.

-drums fingers impatiently-

So here we see a standard fugly picture: all grey, bad definition, stray marks all over the place, and in sickening black and white (and grey, but I won't go there, because if I do they'll never be able to calm me down).

-waves magic wand that is GIMP-

Ta-da! Oh, GIMP, I love you so. Photoshop can go kiss Nothing, Chronos, nothing. :3

~Mnemosyne

Proof that Mnem knows what a pencil is in real life

The front of a birthday card I ran off for my mother. Names removed for paranoid reasons.

EDIT! Chronos very kindly defuglified it. View ze finished product below.

 Ain't she nice? :3

~Mnemosyne