Burninating penguins! or, Mnem's triumphant return from the Land of the Moderately Unwell

Not in this update: crossed out stuffs. Lots and lots of crossed out stuffs.

Dear Chronos,

Get your act together or I'm throwing your goodies out the window.

Love,

~Mnem

Post splurge time!

Because our pride is on the line. -italicizes- Our frickin' pride is on the frickin' line! Do you hear me? Do you hear me?! YOU'D'A BETTER BE HEARING ME! I CAN'T GET ANY MORE INSISTENT THAN THIS!

DAMN, MY CAPS/ITALICS/BOLD IS STUCK.

WHAT WAS I SAYING?

OH, YES. THAT WE ARE GOING TO SPLURGE ON POSTS TODAY BECAUSE OUR PROFESSIONAL PRIDE IS ON THE LINE. WELL, IT WOULD BE IF WE HAD ANY. OR IF WE EVEN HAD A LINE. MAD ATE IT. -shoots look at penguin- YES, YOU. SPIT OUT THE FISHING TACKLE. -penguin looks back coolly-

BAH, I KNEW IT WOULDN'T WORK.

-penguin chortles-

SHUDDUP, YOU FLIGHTLESS HOMICIDAL BIRD.

-Omu stalks past-

OH GOD, NOT YOU TOO.

-Omu and penguin turn around in unison and fix her with a frigid flightless avian stare-

... YOU CAN'T SEE IT, BUT I AM SCARED AS SHET RIGHT NOW.

-Omu bares teeth-

...

-penguin readies particle cannon-

YEAH, CHRONOS, GREAT IDEA. "MAD'S BORED ALL THE TIME. WHAT SHOULD I GET HIM? OH, I KNOW! A PARTICLE CANNON!" SMOOTH, GIRL. REAL SMOOTH. THANKS FOR DOOMING US ALL.

-various small bulbs on the cannon begin glowing-

IF I GET OUT OF THIS, I AM GOING TO WRING CHRONOS' SCRAWNY--

~Mnem- "-disintegrates-" -osyne

1. Title is not in capitals (Or, A Point-By-Point Rebuke Rebuttal Response To The Previous Post)

2. -directs to picture-
3. -crosses off "Space Ejection"- The list of ways to dispose of you is getting shorter by the hour.
4. Uncapitalize 'Aliens'.
5. The way your diagram reads, you began life as a school...
6. Capisce.
7. When there is only a nanometer between yourself and a DVD, the laws of physics begin to fold in on themselves and you will find yourself irresistibly drawn to the "open" button on the remote.
8. Staller.
9. Spammer.
9. Spammer.
9. Spammer.
9. Spammer.
9. Spammer.
9. Spammer.
9. Spammer.
10. -guilty look-
11. YOU HAD RIBS.

~Mnem- "12. Comma between wait and what" -osyne

And now for something completely different!

[After an incident involving Mnem shoving a phlegm-coated punctuation mark into Chronos' hand]
Chronos: -blink- -disintegrates Mnem's hand with the particle cannon- Germs. -walks off-
Mnem: You missed. I now have no spleen. -dies in mid-step- Well damn.
Chronos: -injects temporary regeneration elixir into Mnem's brain- Cheerio.
Mnem: Nice of you.
Chronos: Well, problem.
Mnemosyne: I still have no spleen.
Chronos: ... the spleen grew out of your stomach.
Mnem: Oh M-a-d... -hides scalpel behind back- Penguins transplant easy into people, did ya know that?
Chronos: Ooo. Wrong syringe, sorry.
Mnem: :-/
Chronos: -disintegrates the external spleen-
Mnem: Nicer.
Chronos: -opens lab coat-
Mnem: Now come here you bird.
Chronos: -rows upon rows of syringes- Hm...
Mnem: What's this one labelled "sentient nose hair"?
Chronos: Who snuck salt water in here?
Mnem: Mad, prolly.
Chronos: I see his grubby lil' flipperprints all over them.
Mnem: Lol.
Chronos: Meh, whatever. -sticks Mnem in a computer-
Mnem: You ain't gonna give me a spleen?
Chronos: -runs a system restoration program-
Mnem: ERROR ERROR INSUFFICIENT MEMORY
Chronos: Nah, just going to return your body to the way it was at a certain point of time.
Mnem: -jerks around- -eyes rolling-
Chronos: Hm. Too young.
Mnem: -fingers twitch spasmodically-
Chronos: Hm. Too old.
Mnem: -legs kick wildly- -head thrashes-
Chronos: Ah, perfect.
Mnem: -mouth flaps- -nose quivers-
Chronos: -kicks Mnem out of her computer- Now shut up and work.
Mnem: Yes, mommy. Work on what? -sticks thumb in mouth- -zones out-
Chronos: Hm.
Mnem: I'm a PLANE! -runs about making airplane noises- WHOOM WHOOM WHOOM Landing! -rolls on ground- -giggles- -pulls on Chronos' hair- Lalalalala~ -throws socks at Mad- -squishes Corrie- -chases Eli Trick up the chimney-
Chronos: -blink-
Mnem: OOH LOOK A PARTICLE CANNON! ... thing. -hits buttons randomly-
Chronos: -dodge-
Mnem: Lalalalalala~! -vaporizes Mad-
Chronos: Problem. Mad? Hm.
Mnem: Penguin went away! -vaporizes palm tree-
Chronos: Eli?
Mnem: Tree went away!
Eli Trick: -stabs Mnem with syringe-
Mnem: -vaporizes ground under ferret- Ferret went OW OW OW GET THAT AWAY FROM ME YOU FKING BASTARD
Chronos: There we go.
Mnem: What the bloody hell is going on?
Chronos: -goes off to watch a video- -stuffs popcorn in mouth- Mad, you can get up now.
Mnem: -carefully replaces particle accelerator-
Chronos: -ashes recombine-
Mnem: -jerks syringe out of arm-
Mad: -stretches-
Mnem: -throws at Mad's head-
Mad: -eats-

Moral of the story: make sure the penguin doesn't get into the syringe collection.

~Mnem

It's "let's see how well Mnem can function on five hours of sleep" time again!

Remarkably well, if you're wondering. I rarely suffer ill effects from staying up till four AM and I'm usually pretty capable of being productive in this state. Of course, it's probably because I tend to get a good night's sleep in general. There's no telling how I'd react to chronic sleep deprivation (although I am willing to bet a crock of gold with a leprechaun thrown in that said reaction would not be SFW).

Chronos is also pretty good at dealing with low sleep levels, but out of all of us I think the gold medal for the least amount of shut-eye should go to Lyssa. Seriously, I probably snooze more in three days than she does in a whole week. Not that it affects her adversely or anything ... <_< -looks around nervously- >_> ... right. I think we should all just be glad that homicidality is not linked in any way to sleeplessness. But wait, maybe it is. -beat- Uh-oh, we're in trouble. -heightened state of anxiety-

Okay, granted, the article didn't explicitly state that genocidal urges are linked to staying up late. Plus it's not just a skipping a few hours of downtime, it's chronic insomnia. But still. Point stands. We are all in danger of being dismembered by shuffling sleepless soulless H. sapiens sapiens shells! Doom will rain from above from the dozens of desperate denizens deliberately disinclined to doze! Prepare to writhe in regret as the roaming ranks of the rigidly restless red-eyed rovers rear their rumpled rears heads and rumble the residence with their rampant roaring!
THE END IS NIGH! NOBODY CAN SAVE YOU! HUMANITY IS FINISHED! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Ahem. Er. Got a little carried away there. <_< ... >_> You saw nothing. -clears throat-

-beat-

Look, an entire post without crashing out once! Unless you count the whole "we're all doomed" tirade Nope. No crashing at all. See, Mom, I told you I don't need eight straight hours to be a perfectly somewhat marginally functioning human being!

~Mnemosyne

Out of the frying pan and into the fire

Fourth time lucky?

~Mnemosyne

EDIT: Of course, no such luck...

Hijack from Chronos (Sorry for the hijack!) --
Double edit: OMFG THE PLAYLIST LOADED. Problem: Nothing is playing. Take a look, Mnem.

Yet another new member of FerretGun who is neither ferret, nor gun, nor ferret gun, nor a stylistic representation of an anthropomorphic fermented soybean curd

On behalf of Chronos (who is out pillaging something, I suppose) I would like to intruduce, for your viewing pleasure, Pen Excalibur Nomad Gwin Umbrella Ink Ninja.

Or you could just call him Mad.

Adorable, isn't he? Just makes you want to cuddle him and squish him and hug him and smother him with looooove--but wait, what's this sign?

But he's so kyoot~! What could he possibly do to us? Snuggle us to death? Maybe chirp at us. Or waddle at us. Bwahaha, we'd be chirped to death by penguins. That'd make for a funky epitaph. But seriously, what could this adorable little pixellated blob do to us?

Well let's find out shall we? -menacing smile- If you would just position your hand here... and now poke.

Regrettable. But you know what they say: the gene pool ain't gonna winnow itself, lads.

~Mnemosyne

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 

Boredom.

Since I'm unbearably bored, I'm randomly going to post this.

*Click* on the picture. :)
The point of this post... well...
Note the second line where it says 'draft'.

TYPE FASTER MNEM. :D 

Ya need fast posts to make an exchange diary interesting. :P

Edit: Rofl this post came out before hers. (Y) 
Edit 2: *Click here*

-Chronos

There will be blood. And pinkness

Even though the title sounds like a medical problem.

THERE WILL BE BLOOD. Count on it, woman. >:D

~Mnem- "The Battle Starts Now" -osyne

Edit: Battle called off! Chronos had a change of heart and reinstated me on the admin board. This was a once-in-a-lifetime bombardment, though, 'cos we've promised to stay out of posts unless absolutely necessary.
~Mnem- "Let's Bury The Hatchet (Between The Enemy's Shoulder Blades)" -osyne

:B

Remember the power of the SUPREME admin. :)

Edit: Sorry, I did start the fight. :P -puts Mnem back on the admin team- Don't try to revoke mine now (if possible). From now on, we stay outta each other's posts. Capice Capisce? Unless absolutely necessary (like a spelling error or something). :D

-Chronos

And we leave big calling cards when we do edit. -gently corrects "capice"-
~Mnem "I'm Sorry Too" -osyne

'T is fine. 8D
Remember to add your tags though. I will invade your post if necessary to remind youuuu.
Organization is key. 
-Chronos

HUNGER STRIKE!

I've been deprived of my admin privileges ... just because of a little incident with pink ink. Well, maybe it wasn't so little. But -points accusing finger- she started it!


~Mnem- "Give Me Back The Edit Button Or So Help Me" -osyne

Plans for the Future (INVADED!)

Well, well, it has finally come down to this, hasn't it?

Firstly... I WANT TO GO TO TONY ROMAS TOMORROW.
Yes, that is included within 'plans for the future'. Don't get caught up in cliches.

University scenario:
I will stalk Mnem to her university. We will live in the same apartment, and I shall cook and clean while she makes an even bigger mess for me to clean helps. One day, I will come back to the apartment, and she will be passed out in the main living room with 26 cans of Coke around her.

It'll be about the same for me, I guess. 'Cept it'd be 26 cups of barley water.
Mm... barley water.

I'm trying to see which colour causes you the most pain. I'm guessing this one comes pretty close. ;D

~Mnem- "You're Allergic To The Pink Panther Too" -osyne

Edit: horrifyingly hard to see font colours for the win.

Pretty, ain't it? :P It truly is Pink Panther now.

Nice try, but you will never be able to overpower me. Bahahahaha.

Oho, so Mnem "No Lifer Who Edits Other People's Posts Pedophile Stalker Ninja" is drawing out the battle eh? Well, have at thee. -remembers her washing blow-

-Chronos
Before you ask... yes, it's always been about the food.

Great. Just great. I think I've just perpetually given myself nightmares made my day.
Edit: Roflmao-ing your own entry FTW.
THIS AIN'T SPARTA WOMAN. IT'S ORANGES. ORANGES.

Hello, stalkers

I wonder how you check how many people are perusing your blog... hmmm.

Hee hee hee, the power to edit posts is awesome. INVASIOON. Phear me! :D
-Chronos

WTF? WTF is she doing here? Oh. Oh. An invasion, is it? We'll see what happens. >:D


~Mnem "Yes, I Am That Desperate" -osyne
~Mnem "This... Is... SPARTA!!!" -osyne