Who is Violet Peters?

By now, you probably know Jeaux, the boy wonder behind the artwork in Animal Sounds. But, do you know Violet Peters, the girl behind the plot devices and snarky remarks?

Probably not. Violet hates blogs with a passion. She says that blogs are for the sort of jackasses who won't buy the new Scissor Sisters' album next week because it's already old news. Violet also hates MySpace, or MySpay, whatever you want to call it. She hates the idea of having to list Moving Units on your favorite band list because everyone whose phone number starts with a 323 lists them on their profiles. Violet's phone number starts with a 323, but that's because she usually calls from a pay phone by the Del Taco on Santa Monica and Highland. Okay, okay, that was a joke.

Violet left me a message on my landline because she still can't remember to plug my cell phone into her cell phone, let alone figure out how to text message me. In the message, she said that Jeaux was starting this blog and he wanted to her to post but she "totally hates that shit" so, "could you post for me? Please? I'll let you borrow my Full Metal Alchemist DVDs." How could I refuse?

I have known Violet for the bulk of my life and can tell you the only truth about her: she is as much of a nut now as she was when we were kids. This is the girl who, when were all of 14 dragged me throughout the Northridge Mall so that we could follow this guy that she swore was Morrissey. We gave up when we realized his accent was more affected Val than Manc. She once heard that Robert Smith was living in Los Angeles and decided that we needed to call every Robert Smith in the phone book. I'm not kidding. I mean, we gave up after five phone calls from people who sounded as though they had already answered "No I am not THAT Robert Smith" 500 times before, but still, we did it.

For the record, Violet has never worked in a record store. She says it's because she hates retail but, really, it's because no one will ever hire her at a record store because of her habit of saying, "Um, so, where is the vinyl? Where are your copies of The World Won't Listen? Why are you listening to a Sonic Youth record that sounds like a cheap version of a much better Sonic Youth album that was released fifteen years ago."

That's Violet. You gotta love her.