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

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 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

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

Oo-er, Mnem is ticked

A detached rant, written pretty much the same way I write my school assignments. Guess what I was pissed about. Go on, guess. :-/

"It is so easy to take the low road sometimes. To fob off of someone else--to put all your effort aside--to not raise a finger for what you want, what you believe in, what you think is right. Maybe it is because you were lazy. Maybe it is because you know no other way. Maybe it is something that sits badly in the back of your mind; you get away with it by assuring yourself that it was a one-time fling, that desperate people do desperate things, but you're wrong. It doesn't end there. You do one thing wrong and it becomes easier to let yourself go. We are all born procrastinators; we must work hard to be diligent. No prizes for guessing which virtue (or not) most people will confess to being closet practicers. I myself have issues with scheduling things that I do not like. Take this English homework, for example. It took me perhaps an hour to find and read 17 poems and then to pull one particularly moving poem out of the bunch--a process that, frankly, should have been the longest part of the entire assignment. And yet when it comes to the actual writing I have no idea what to say. I put it off for one day, pleading school, and then put it off another day, pleading a rest; I put it off for one more day, pretending that I did not remember, and then I see it again the day before it is due and I panic. I think, It's like last year all over again. I think, Didn't I promise to clean up my act? I make excuses; I tell myself I make mistakes, there's still time to fix it, I get the paper in on time, no harm done. While I pride myself on being able to work under pressure, it is not an enviable habit, and I should really get to doing things in a far more timely manner. Furthermore I have succeeded in doing the same thing to my French homework, which (being written in a foreign language, requiring multiple 150-word chapters, and referencing source material from last year) promises to be infinitely more procrastination-friendly than a simple English paragraph. Before long, I predict that it will turn into a vicious cycle swallowing all assignments from all classes and I will furthermore be unable to redeem myself from this existential hell. I should have seen it coming. Why didn't I?"

~Mnemosyne

Blue as

It's 5:42 in the morning and I've got the curtains to my big sliding balcony doors open, because a) it's not warm enough to warrant blocking the sun and b) I love the sight of cities before dawn. Why? Because it's different, I suppose, different from whatever the city usually is when the full light of the sun shines on it. You wake up, look outside, and everything is washed over in these lovely shades of blue with bright needling orange pinpoints where the streetlights are on. No cars, if you get up early enough; no smoke, no fire. Birdsong (or maybe just bird gossiping, it's not like anyone knows for sure) drowns out most everything. It's like a watercolour with a soundtrack. It could be anywhere; and for a girl who lives in a city reeking of pollution, poverty, and bad taste, anywhere is better than here.

It's lightening up. One by one the streetlights die, and the horizon comes into view. I'm always amazed at how fast the illusion packs up and leaves. How my lovely little watercolour takes about fifteen minutes to bleed out into the same dull urban landscape you would find from any other vantage point in this godforsaken city. Maybe I like the pre-dawn hours because they look like pictures I've seen of the Arctic Circle's eternal dusk, which goes back to the whole "this could be everywhere" deal that keeps this particular time period an abiding draw for me.

Blue like a crayon sketch, a dye factory accident, an entire ocean stopped up in a bottle. Blue like a drop-cut sapphire, a field of cornflowers, a blueberry quietly crushed into the tablecloth. Blue like a flag with a yellow cross in--

-slaps knee- Sweden. That's the place. Reminds me of Sweden. You know... cobalt skies, snow. Downhill skiers. Lutefisk.

But how can you be reminded of somewhere you've never been?

~Mnemosyne

The great big death myth debunking post

Hi. As you can see, we're not dead yet--the operative word here being "yet". School started around four days ago and apparently we've both been wrapped up enough in our sad little offline lives that we've neglected our delightful blog. Not to mention our forums and three very hungry and irritated blog mascots. -feeds the cat kibble, feeds the ferret birds, feeds the penguin freshmen-

Speaking of which, the teacher of the class that Chronos and I share (let's call it History because it's a pain being ambiguous sometimes) is EPIC. -metaphorically underlines- Seriously. He has this bloodstained stick that he pokes people with, he plays WOW, he runs his class as an outright dictatorship ("There is no democracy here"), and he kills a ninth grader every year. (This, of course, is epic only mostly because we are sophs now. [Did I just invent that term?]) Needless to say, both Chronos and I are looking forward to a year with him. So much nicer more lively being a sophomore under his stick than a freshie under six feet of dirt.

Hmm... in other news, our other classes worked out fine. Out of the two of us I am the one most likely to be swapping/switching out a period because of some egregious little mixup when the school computers assigned my Creative Writing block. You see, CW is a semester course offered twice in one year, and the one in first deals with poetry while the one in second touches more on prose. Both Atlas and myself signed up for Sem 2 and got assigned to Sem 1. I don't like poetry, but I don't like screwing with my schedule either, so I've pretty much resigned myself to ninety days of metered crap bullcrap. Unfortunately Atlas isn't so keen on that course of action. I've been attempting to... er... dissuade him, rather violently unsuccessfully I will admit, from bolting to the counselors when they open back up to the general school body on Monday, but as far as the class is concerned it's still an open question as to whether he'll show up again on Wednesday first block or whether I will have to hunt him down and break his perfidious neck.

-beat-

Nothing quite like grievous bodily harm to get the school year off to a good start.

~Mnemosyne

The Wonders of Purple

Well, seeing Mnem put up her hand drawn birthday card for her mother on FG, it got me in the mood to draw (I haven't touched a pencil for a month or so already). Here is a completely purplish monster that will scare the hell out of you. --

DON'T ENLARGE IT OH GOD DON'T ENLARGE IT. You'll be blind for the rest of your life if you do.
I am happy with how the coloring and wrinkles turned out (on the skirt. I got lazy on the shirt.). The legs are cut off. Not because I didn't draw them. I did draw them. I just snapped her legs off cut it out when I took the picture with my phone. My camera's out of power and I'm too lazy to charge it, so voila. Sorry I couldn't make it look whiter with Photoshop -- the color would die if I tried to (or I'm just not good at using it). Free internet cookies to those who guess where the charming purple lady came from. :)

-Chronos "GET TO THE FORUMS, FIENDS!"
On another lovely note...

SHIT SHIT SHIT SCHOOL STARTS SOON SHIT SHIT SHIT!
Hey, it's alliteration.
SHIT SHIT SHIT SCHOOL STARTS SOON SHIT SHIT SHIT!

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

Huhuhuhu...

I can't sleep. And as a direct result of my sudden bout of insomnia, I'm writing this post among other things I've done in the past hour or so. Firstly...

If you know and recognize the name, you either stumbled across a now shut down website or several failed attempts to create a website. If you know and recognize the name without falling under the previously underlined conditions...
YOU STALKER.  
On a much brighter note, the reason for the sudden creation was not because I was bored. Nor was it because I had voices telling me to make it. No. This is all for... FerretGun's NEW and OFFICIAL forum! (Yeah, I got sick of using red.) Well, you are aware of my habits of suddenly adding something to the blog - Mnem knows this quite well. If you missed the addition of that huge button, you must be blind. Either that or you don't visit this blog enough, apparently. The website that is hosting my forum is this simple forum generator, I suppose (I will refrain from mentioning links out of a fear of disappointment). There are multiple levels of membership!
Firstly, there is me. I'm the head honcho of the forum. I make the magic technical things appear whilst Mnem is more of a constant and better writer poster. Mnem will be inducted sworn-in knighted promoted elevated to her rightful position as a fellow Moderator and Administrator when she wakes up tomorrow morning later and checks FerretGun. Level two is just for our much appreciated, non-existent Moderators.
Level three is named after our lovable mascot, Eli Trick, who is the face of this blog! Well, not really. We just have many assorted pictures of random ferrets. Members are affectionately known as Eli Tricksters (though I doubt anyone will be an Eli Trickster in a while).
Despite the fact that Mad tried to shoot a hole in my head a while back with a bazooka for placing him below Eli Trick (and Mnem), he maintains some satisfaction in being a Penguin General that commands armies of Chipper Cats (level four -- named after Mnem's Medusa Corrie) and Earmuffed Pigs (level five -- refer to this post).
Thus, make sure to take a look, join, and make a thread. It is quite empty at the moment. Quite. Perhaps I'll open up a thread before awo;jfsps[\:OAJOfa.

Huh. Did I just pass out on the keyboard from sleep deprivation just nojowa;ifelkwsdfa;ksldf

-Chronos "Just one thread and I'll go to sleep, okay?!"
Edit: 'Clash of the Psychos' Header has been added to We Fail! - Designs.
And, quoting Mnem...

I really need to start sleeping earlier.

OH HOLY SHET IT'S SCHOOL TOMORROW.

Fk.