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.

Because I'm too tired to write a decent post II

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-stareee-

Maybe not going to the party was a good idea after all. (Note: Brown is the same person here as in the previous picture. Pink does not know him. Not at all.)

I swear, Idul Fitri is starting to look positively tame compared to this.

~Mnem

I wouldn't give this up for all the cows in Holland

I went on a bit of a wallpaper-hunting spree today. Final body count: 31. (Damn you, National Geographic, for having such delicious beautiful photographs!)

(Note the second image in the bottom row. I predict mild trauma for those who open my laptop at inopportune moments.)

Ridiculous owl is ridiculous.

On another note, there's a disproportionate amount of pictures from cold, northerly places, such as Scotland and Canada. What can I say? I like frigid weather. Much more fun than hot weather and easier to counteract. By which I mean that when the temperature drops, you can just pile on some layers, but it doesn't really work the other way around: rising temperatures do not necessarily endorse removal of clothing.

... not entirely sure where I was going with that, but hey, have a village.

This would be the unbelievably quaint and lovely outcrop of Manarola, Italy. [insert adoration here]

5 MINUTES LATER

Gushing praise takes a lot of energy, so here's a parrot in a teacup and no context whatsoever.

One last caveat. I have my backgrounds set to change every ten minutes or so--one of the nifty little thrown-in features I love about Windows 7--and five minutes ago I was pleasantly surprised to minimize a window and find this staring me in the face.

Dutch cows + Dutch landscape + Dutch weather = global win.

~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

D'AWWWWWWW.

LOOKIE HERE MNEM, LOOK WHAT I FOUND!

Slightly terrifying, but perhaps something Mnem would like.

I HEREBY DUB THIS HYBRID CREATURE A ROWL. Or an Owlbit. Eh. Whatever catchy combining of the names grabs your fancy.

-Chronos

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)

I may have got a B in math, but at least I know that 11 < 22

Unlike Chronos, who steadfastly refuses to write anything for FG anymore. If this is a boycott, then she had better hire a more competent PR agent, because I have no idea what point she is trying to prove with this strike. Girl is nuts, IMHO. Although it's not as if you didn't know that. (Overuse of the Link and Font Colour tools FTW. They aren't going to waste themselves, y'know?)

Anyhoo, iz 11:52 at night, I spent half an hour parsing through the blog to find those links (although admittedly twenty of those minutes were spent on that endlessly distracting sinkhole of funny, Very Demotivational) and I am sure as hell too lazy/tired (pick one) to finish this post off on a proper note, so I will leave you with a bunch of witty pictures and let them do the talking.

~Mnemosyne

Them crazy Bio kids

How the hell was I supposed to know this?!

~Mnem

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

Watermelon heaven hell

My internet went and sat in a corner all day muttering about blue-eyed angels so I apologize for not getting much done. I also apologize in advance for inflicting another piece of shoddy GIMPage (lameness new word alert!) on your poor overtaxed eyes. I really need to start writing a post. An actual post, not an excerpted post, and defiti defnit definitely (lack of sleep, huh) not one with an image attached that will skroo wiv j00r BRAINZ (oh God, definitely lack of sleep), but a real, honest-to-goodness sit-down-and-and-write-it-for-half-an-hour-straight post. Which may or may not concern watermelons. Have you seen those things? If I wanted a weakly flavoured pulp of water and miscellaneous crunchy bits I'd put wrapping paper in a blender. I hate watermelons. They don't like me much either.

OH, THE HUGE MANATEE BOX-SHAPED WATERMELON!

Seriously though, I hate watermelons. I walked with Atlas from one after-school club to another last Thursday and he insisted on going to the cafeteria cafetaria caff for a watermelon juice. Of all the things he could have gotten, he went for a friggin' watermelon juice?! Yes, I love Atlas very much. He's like the jerkass older brother I never had (thank God). But he dropped a notch in my eyes when he picked up that juice. -silently strangles a fruit- Nevermind that you can't strangle things with no necks. Or maybe you can...? -eyes Omu-

Nah, that doesn't count, she's practically all neck. -Omu fluffs feathers threateningly- What? It's true.

I mean... uh... not that it's not a very nice neck... um...

What was I saying? Oh, yes, that I dislike watermelons. Horrible watery fruit. You know what the scary thing is though? They're taking over the friggin' world. Seriously. You've got--you've got watermelon scarves:

"All the better to strangle you at the first opportune (read: windy) moment with."

And watermelon faces:

"All the better to give you strangely fruity nightmares with."

And watermelon hearts:

"All the better to finally confirm your significant other's longstanding belief that you view Valentines' day gift giving more as a chance to get back at them for all the times they gave you crappy candy heart-a-grams with."

And even watermelon chairs:

"All the better to glomp your ass with."

What part of "we are fking screwed, go out in a pickup and raze the first watermelon farm you see" don't you understand, people?!

~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

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

Things best left unseen

Missing? Me? What made you think that? Was it because I didn't answer the phone for three days running? (Forgot to pay the bills again.) Or maybe it was the fact that someone saw me get into an unmarked white van late last night. (If they'd kept watching, they'd'a seen the car door fly open and a grown man stumble out and start running for his life. He even left his knife and roll of duct tape behind, which is a bit thoughtless of him. To be fair, I don't think he was expecting that I would have a live ferret tucked into my pocket, or that said ferret bites people who try to touch areas where they really shouldn't.) Or maybe what tipped you off was the two weeks' worth of newspapers piled up on the doormat. (Journalists lie.)

And then there's always the decaying horse's head nailed to the door itself.

Let's just say that my neighbours have funny ideas about welcome baskets.

Anyhoo, I'm not missing. I've just holed myself up at home and tried to learn how to pick locks. Chronos will tell you that this is purely for research purposes (I'm writing a story, and we all know what happens when I write stories), but what she doesn't know is that I accidentally ... er ... locked the bathroom with the keys inside. (There is nothing as terrifying as a creative idiot.) So, in between poking tumblers with a paperclip, using a flat-headed screwdriver to apply torque, and ignoring my bladder, I didn't really have time to write anything. And I apologize for that.

Now I've got to go take the horse head down, it's starting to attract flies.

~Mnemosyne

Whoever Said 'Three Times the Charm' Lied. Partially, anyway.

Since the beginning of my ability to think, the saying 'three times the charm' has worked for me more than once. Sometimes it was 'seven times the charm'. Other times it was 'screw numbers, it will never work'. Usually, it is never 'one time the charm' (sad, innit?).
Over the course of the past 3 - 5 days, Mnem and I have slaved day and night to bring you (and ourselves, of course) a working Music Player. We have went through four trials. The first was MixPod, which was an epic fail. The second was streaming, which never had the chance to work. The third was FlashWidgetz. The fourth was the SingBox. All failures, every single one of them. Finally, we decided we would have one last shot at it, and I found...
If you're expecting me to say God, sorry, no cigar.

 [Sorry Mnem, I know this picture creeps you out a bit. It seemed appropriate though ;D]

We found...
No, I didn't find a stray cat on the street. Well, you can see them anywhere anyway.

But seriously, we found...
Audio Play. This nifty little website, unfortunately, does not provide a playlist option like we wanted. However, it does give you a small, very convenient player that can be placed just about anywhere and still look kind of out of place. A simple click, and it will work. You will need to wait a few seconds for it to play though. Yes, it ACTUALLY works. It has been tested by Mnem and myself, and we use two different browsers -- Internet Explorer and Firefox respectively (which was the problem with the players we set up previously), the most disagreeable pair of browsers imaginable.

But, since we finally did get something to work (as your admin pair Mnem and Chronos are techie n00bs), this calls for a celebration!

... damn, we're underage.

That's better.
Alright, I'm done pelting you with pictures now. :D
Onto the music information --

Track name: Ichiban no Takaramono 「一番の宝物」 (6:00)
Artist: Girls Dead Monster
Album: Keep the Beats!
Background Information: An album of Girls Dead Monster songs which exempts the songs from the singles Crow Song, Thousand Enemies, and Little Braver. Girls Dead Monster is an all-female girls band in the anime Angel Beats!. An excerpt was used in the conclusion of episode 10, when Hinata helps Yui find peace and disappear.
You can find Crow Song, Thousand Enemies, and Little Braver downloads here.

Crow Song

1. Crow Song
2. Alchemy
3. My Song

Thousand Enemies

1. Thousand Enemies
2. Rain Song
3. Highest Life

Little Braver

1. Little Braver 
2. Shine Days
3. Answer Song

Am I advertising a bit? 

-Chronos

Continuing the penguiny trend...

Epic stuff. Unfortunately, my paralysing fear limited knowledge of HTML has prevented me from centering the little bugger, so I apologize for the uncharacteristic leftiness of the GIF.

~Mnemosyne

EDIT: Nvm, Chronos centred it for me. Nice of her.

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