July 2012
59 posts
This guy… this guy is my husband now.
But I also agree with the first guy’s notecard because I interpret it as not caring about the size of your booty, which, in my case, is big and not in a way that Snoop would dig. So both these guys rock it.
After weighing a few options, I have to go with Top Hat. My favorite film of all time.
It was a 1935 Fred and Ginger flick, innocent and funny and completely lighthearted. I just melt into that world, a world created specifically to distract people from the poverty and war, a world created specifically to let people escape into feelgood fantasy. It still works. I look at Fed Astaire’s face and it’s worth thousands of dollars of therapy.
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I love 50s cars, anything with fins. Frankly, a car is nothing to me without fins. I like the Bel-Air and the Dynaflow, but today I’d say my dream would be a teal 1958 Buick Limited. Sex sex sex.
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Ask me anything you like!
- Cut down sugars and processed foods
- Completely clean out my horrible closet and the space next to it on my side of the bed, with spiderwebs and old empty chapsticks
- Clean out desk/craft area and organize all craft shit
- Move the fish tank away from the kitchen sink and replace it with blender
- Use said blender to make delicious healthy smoothies and juices every single day
- Take Zumba classes
- Become cultured and erudite
More to be added as events warrant. Add to all this the unspoken goals of “two part-time jobs, one etsy shop, one weekly comic strip, two children’s books and many many other craft proj”.
I can do it! Maybe…
Ooooh, good ones! And you are right, I love random questions and comments, and would love to get more! I love talking about music. Favorite classical piece is an easy one — Maria Callas’s “Queen of the Night” aria from The Magic Flute. HOT DAYUM. It’s like her voice is a keyboard being played ultra fast. I didn’t know such notes were possible. I play that for folks who think they don’t like opera and it blows them away.
Instrumental classical would have to be either Tchaikovsky’s “Coda”, because there are parts of it that make my throat get tight and my heart feel like it’s being squeezed, or Rachmaninov’s “Rhapsody On A Theme” by Paganini, because it takes me to my mind palace. That particular one I’ve loved for many years, the calm and peaceful repeating melody.
On a totally different musical tack, my favorite instrument has to be the sitar. I just think it’s the most magical instrument in the world, like a fucking sound tapestry, so brilliant and complex and soothing. I hear anything with a sitar in it and I’m mindgasming. I love Shiv Kumar Sharma and the legendary Ravi Shangkar, and of course, George Harrison did things with a sitar that changed the known world.
Thanks for the questions! That was fun to talk about!
Heya Claire! Yes, I got that wee DVD collection, but I’m so looking forward to the first full season! I LOVE IT SO. It’s so hilarious and effed up in the best way. I can’t believe they let a show this awesome actually be a thing, in a world where TV people are crushing everything good. Tree Trunks was very special to me, and I was totally messed up when she exploded. I’ve never drawn any fanart for it yet — I don’t know if I could quite pull it off. I may try, though, since you asked so nice! ;)
I just finished the whole Hunger Games series.
I feel that I need to tell this to people so others can understand what I’m feeling.
I have accomplished this, and must now go eat things.

You are a remarkable person, and I appreciate this so so much. It can be frustrating to not be able to do all the things I try to do in the art world, but I still have fun with it, and it makes me so happy to know that other folks like my junk as well! Thanks a bunch.
Just got this awesome review of my comic strip from the entertainment blog, MAGMU!
I also bring you news of a girl and her monsters. Kit is back after a rather lengthy hiatus to entertain us with her art and comic about the humors of life, if it came equipped with annoying monsters and a talking cactus.
Oh Snap! Let It Crackle! Now Pop!
Whether you know her as Kit Fox or Elephantblue, you know you love her art. Her style is all her own and her comic is entertaining. Now just because the main character is well, herself, don’t think this is some girly little comic. This four panel comic packs a punch with a left hook of real life and an uppercut of insane fictional characters. She went into hiatus around Christmas Eve of 2011 and we missed the comic very much so. In May, however, she posted a picture in the style like a movie poster stating the comic would return June and would be “Bigger. Badder. Back. Er.” On June 6th, she delivered with an amazing three part “Search for Kit”.
Want to laugh at charcters that you can relate to? Then I suggest you watch Friends on Netflix. Want a crazy fun adventure of a girl and her demons, as they like to call themselves? Then click the link below and read Snap, Crackle, Pop.
Snap, Crackle, Pop Comic - http://homeofthesnap.blogspot.com/
A four page mini comic Andy and Doll - http://elephantblue.deviantart.com/art/Andy-and-Dolly-page-1-313125973
Thanks, MAGMU, I like you too!
Just realized, sadly, that it must be at least ten years since my dad called me Beezleberry.
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Me: *rubbing the Boyfriend’s tummy*: Lookitcha, you’re a machine! You’re fucking Conan!
Boyfriend: ….
Me: Give me a growl.
Boyfriend: ….
Boyfriend: *flops hand and gives sassy little meow*
Me: *dies*
Oh, sweetheart. Thank you for writing me. I wish I knew you personally so I could hang with you and possibly help in a bigger way than just responding to an ask. It is a big big thing to be lonely, and such a hard sickness to cure. It can be difficult to find a balance between maintaining your privacy and letting in the people around you, but it’s certainly possible. The important thing is to know the difference between being private and building walls around yourself.
For a long time, I felt that keeping the world out of my bubble was the best way to stay safe. I had my sister, but I kept everyone else at a decided distance because I wanted to protect my heart from getting hurt. Then I well and truly got my heart broken and as much as it sucked, it helped me learn why we keep doing this to ourselves — getting into relationships that feel like a punch in the gut, loving people you know you’ll have to say goodbye to — we do it because the pain is just as important as the good stuff. The awful feelings we may go through suck when they happen, but it’s all a part of being a human and loving other humans, and that intense, powerful, sobbing love is a part of the pain, part of the shame, part of the sorrow, part of the joy and the silliness and the contentment. It is worth going through the bad stuff to get to the good memories, and to find the people we will love forever.
That’s where it gets tough — you have to let yourself be open to ALL of it, all those crazy dumb emotions that make us who we are. You can attract all sorts of fantastic friends to yourself by repairing within your heart and mind and soul all the little fuses that have you hooked up to hiding from the world. Heartbreak happens much less to people who have a best friend or a great dog or a wonderful lover or a crew of pals who make you laugh and listen to you.
It’s easy to be lonely and keep being lonely. It is hard to project that feeling of openness that allows others to know and love you, and it is a brave thing to do. You don’t have to stop being introverted if that’s how you are, you don’t have to make public all the details of your life that you prefer to hold onto, you don’t have to get a big megaphone and shout at the streets, “I AM INTERESTING, BE MY FRIEND.” (Though that can actually work.) Maybe the first step is just allowing yourself to be known by others, even just a little, and I think you’ll find that others will see you as a wonderful human being, deserving of their love and friendship.
Also, get a goldfish immediately. They are little orange happiness gurus.
This is a really tough one to answer, Anon, and to be honest, it’s not the nicest question. What’s it like having my sister as my sister? It’s like having a sister, dude. That kind of question is kinda like asking Jeremy Renner what it was like to work with Robert Downey Jr.
Do I get intimidated by her? Of course not, she’s my family. What gets to me is when her fans see me only as Lily Fox’s little sister, and oh, she does little art things too, how cute. Yes, my sister is extraordinarily talented and she has outshone me since the days of our respective births — though she will never admit it — and I have accepted the fact that I will never catch up. I am always proud of her, and always happy to be her sister, but that’s not all there is to me.
To be more sincere, what it’s like is being related to your best friend. We inspire and learn from each other and it’s never weird that everyone seems to know who she is because I think everyone SHOULD know who she is.
Here’s the thing…
I had to get a second (or rather third) job since my job at the shop is only part time. I was originally hired for full time, but the person I was meant to replace decided not to quit, so I had to be part time. I just got hired at the coffee shop where my sister works, which has been awesome and everyone there is wonderful, like people I genuinely want to hang out with. It’s been a long long time since I had friends who I can actually see.
(Okay, that sounds weird… but you know)
So today, my boss at the store told me that the coworker is now quitting and she offered me full time. This is a tough decision for me. If I take full time at the store, I’d have to quit working at the coffee shop in order to have ANY time.
On the pro-coffee-shop side:
- I get to work with these awesome people who I already love, and who seem to like me as well, and how great would it be to have friends I actually get to hang with?
- I get tips! Tips are grand.
- I get to see my sister more regularly, and she’s awesome to work with.
- I get to make and serve coffee, which puts me in a good mood.
- I get the satisfaction of working for a nonprofit coffee place, whose proceeds all go to charity.
- I get to be in an atmosphere of art and music, which is constantly supported in the shop, and get to know cool regulars.
- Less hours of listening to awful Hawaiian muzak on a loop.
On the pro-store side:
- I don’t have to drive for a full hour to get there, like I have to do at the shop.
- I’d get an extra day off.
- I make commission with my sales, and more hours working means a bigger commission.
- I would be eligible for benefits including health care, vacation hours and sick leave.
- I wouldn’t have to go to the coffee shop on a Sunday, my day off, every month to attend meetings.
- I am already trained in the store.
- I would have dependable hours and not ever have to go in too early in the morning or stay too late in the evening — it’s always 10 to 6.
It’s a toughie. Any thoughts?
I may call you honey
Or my piece of pumpkin pie
And I may call you sugarplum
The apple of my eye
Pet names are quite important
When you’re oh so dear to me
So I might call you princess
Or my little honeybee
And I may say I love you
Like the goldfish loves its flakes
And I may still address you
As my luscious carrot cake
Yes, I may call you darling
Or my sweet strawberry fizz
But no name is as precious
As your own name, my dear Liz.
GOOD GRAVY, why can’t everyone just BE NICE TO EACH OTHER?!
It’s fucking 2012, people, GET A GRIP. If what you want to say is going to ruin someone’s day, it’s NOT FUCKING NECESSARY. How are we still getting internet bullying, threats, violence, ignorance even in the name of social justice — how has it become so that some groups of people who stand for social justice are just as nasty and vitriolic and unjust as the people they’re standing against? How hard is it to just BE A NICE DUDE?
It’s basic. Be cool. Relax. Try not to bum people out. Don’t say what’s unnecessary and hurtful. If you’re having trouble doing those things, maybe have a sandwich or spank the monkey or count to fifteen until you can chill the fuck out. We all of us work so hard to get where we are in life, no matter what anyone thinks our circumstances are, and none of us deserve the hate, no, not even the horrible ignorant people of the world.
Let’s all just get to the point where we quit hurting each other, period.
EDIT: Not to worry anyone, no one said anything to me personally, but I’m seeing a lot of people getting treated badly online and it’s bumming me out.
Go to this website http://dns-ok.us/
and if this comes up..
Then you’re ok
BUT if this comes up…
Then you have a serious virus that could DESTROY YOUR INTERNET TOMORROW JULY 9
Here’s a link to the MSNBC news video that will further explain the…I don’t really know much about this, but it would definitely be a good idea for everyone to update their antivirus software and do some scans on their systems.
I usually never reblog this stuff, but this just happened to me and I’m only now getting rid of it all. And I have a Mac which usually never gets infected. I had 22 threats on my computer. I don’t like the red box-green box site because it was green for me even though I had viruses. Go to sophos.com for the free and totally reliable software to delete it all.
I am often encumbered by the rest of the world’s inability to recognize the fact that I’m incompetent.













