I said I was gonna do it, and I have.

The Littlest Elle has moved! Please change your links and bookmarks to elle.mysky.net! Short and sweet, no?

All the archives are up and running, as well as the new comic for today (#132). I will continue updating there as part of my Monday-Friday routine. I'm hoping that this move will result in more control over the page for me (things like webtracking kind of fail on LJ) and a more welcoming atmosphere for visitors/comments. Plus... it's a much easier URL to give out this way. I can stick it on the bottom of mini comics and things :)

So, see you all there! (I hope!)

So, I've been dragging my heels on this for a while, but a combination of inspiration from APE and outrage at livejournal are motivating me to move Littlest Elle to a proper website/blog format. This way I can have more control over the site and the site should be more welcoming to non livejournal users.

I'm setting up the subdomain and fiddling around with wordpress as we speak. Hopefully I'll have the new link as of Friday!

(Really, I've been planning to do this for a while now, but livejournal joined a bunch of internet giants in accepting ad funding from a campaign that I am morally opposed to, and seeing that ad on top of my comic is a good motivating force to take my comics elsewhere.)

I was rinsing last night's tea out of the teapot this morning so I could brew my usual morning pot. It slipped in my hand, hit the sink, and shattered.

We had an amazing run, that teapot and me. It was my first teapot (I collect small teapots, but this is the only one I've owned that was a "functional" teapot). I will miss it. Its last great hurrah was helping me through the 24 hour comic and all the late APE nights making earrings and things.

I have to replace it pretty soon, but I'm at a loss. Do I go for the same model (I saw some at the store in a gorgeous marigold yellow) or do I upgrade to a fullsize teapot because I might conceivably want to make tea for more than just me? Do I buy something crappy at Goodwill so I can hold out for Christmas because teapots are actually pretty expensive and I'm totally broke right now?

Clearly, I have some thinking to do.

Art day instead of comic day, because I rather like this silly thing and it seems more festive than the comic I had prepped:



About 2 years ago now, I did a self-portrait on DA that was "myself of the present battling it out with myself of the past as if my life were a really rocking 2d fighting game." I've been reflective lately, so clearly that means it's time for a new character to appear.

It was suggested that I should update this every couple of years as an ever growing self-portrait challenge. I... kind of like that idea.

You can tell how unaccustomed I am to the thick curtain of fringe across my eyebrows: I completely forgot to draw them in the third panel.

...Or anything else I've drawn of myself this month. (By the time I remember to include them, they'll totally be grown out.)

About the only positive thing I can say for my job... is that we sometimes get free sneak preview passes given to us from the big box theaters down the block. That's how I saw Penelope, back in January.

They're always Thursday nights, though. I usually don't care, but I had really wanted to see this movie so it burned. Burned like injustice.

24 Hour Comic #4: Fitcher's Bride

Start date: 10/18/08 at 1:07PM; Completion date: 10/19/08 at 9:50AM

Once again I participated in 24 Hour Comic Day and I have a finished 24 page comic to show for it (if you're unfamiliar with 24 Hour Comic Day, all you need to know is that I started and finished this whole thing on the fly within 24 hours or less).

My comic is loosely adapted from the fairytale Fitcher's Bird (if that's not ringing any bells, a more popular version of the story is the tale of Bluebeard). It's a deeply dark story and I've been itching to interpret some of the imagery from it for a couple years now. You don't need to know the original story at all to enjoy mine, it just explains where this story came from.

Drawn on printer paper with an old double-ended tombow brushpen/fine tip pen.

The Pages:

• Cover
  
• Page 1
  
• Page 2
  
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• Page 7
  
• Page 8
  
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I have at least one more completed strip left in this sequence (unearthed it in the back of a sketchbook) but... I'd say it's time for a break, don't you? I sure do! (Also, Monday I am hoping to have a 24 hour comic to share. It is indeed that time of year).

So, here you go. This is literally where this whole thing comes from. I lament that I can't use it in daily life at people because they simply... don't... understand.

Sorry! Totally forgot that yesterday was a Monday.



More TukwilaLife. I've slated the end of this arc for Friday, so after that it'll be business as normal. I have a few more stories left to tell, but I'll post those later (holiday special perhaps?).

This is both funny and depressing because it's true. The SM (Store Manager) literally did decide that renting an abandoned Hot Topic across the mall and wheeling unsecured racks of product half a mile in front of shoppers from one building to another was totally more practical and cost efficient than paying a handfull of workers the two days of overtime it would take to get through the backlog of processing our back of house didn't have.

Also, I did take a badge from their junk pile. It's pretty sweet. It says "AWESOME" on it.