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What is a Fuzzball?


  • One question I hear more than any other is What's a Fuzzball??" Allow me to explain:

    A Fuzzball is a 30-year-old fallen debutante who lives in Houston, TX with a bossy dog and an even bossier parrot who she SWEARS is the reincarnation of Napoleon Bonaparte.

    A Fuzzball prefers animals to most people, because people can really suck sometimes.

    A Fuzzball loves music, ALL music ALL of the time. If she's not listening to it, then she's singing it.

    A Fuzzball has a mad love for all things British, especially their actors.

    A Fuzzball is blissfully happy in a bookstore, preferably one with good music playing in the background. If you look under a Fuzzball's bed you'll usually find an entire library of books that she has dropped there after falling asleep reading.

    Fuzzballs are usually incurable romantics, ridiculously optimistic, and bent on making the world a happier place.

    Your typical Fuzzball will probably have a completely bizarre sense of humor. Just go with it, it will take you to funny places.

    You should also be aware that Fuzzballs are giant nerds. Seriously. Science fiction, computers, the whole shebang.

    Fuzzballs are also budding photographers. They love looking at the world through a lens and finding new ways to be creative.

    Oh...and you can also look for a Fuzzball in one of the best movies ever made. ;)

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Comments

Bombadil

I'm am not 100 percent sure, but it sounds like something I recall from a Homestar Runner email.

Tracy

I can always count on you, Bombadil.

Golden Child

don't talk back, just do what you're told. the family may as well stock all its resources into the one remaining chance to continue the Manford name. you ever seen the matrix? well guess what, i'm the one.

Tracy

You're a schmuck is what you are.

Bombadil

I saw your comment on my site about FilmBomg. I have gone on temporary hiatue while I get my blogging affairs in order. I wasn't expecting to be blogging on FilmRot, so it kind of took a bunch of my ideas. In a few weeks I will have a few extra nights off a week and am going to replan it and actaully learn some php and css stuff, so maybe I can figure out why it won't show up in IE. If I can't I will just change the template.

sister

hey fool,

a lady named marsha just called for mom, she used to work with you at the t-lady? anyway, it was about federico/frederico/fed-err-eeko/look, i don't know his or her damn name's stuff--they're having a little show at some lady's house tomorrow from 3-7, she's selling to her "special" customers wholesale, cash and carry, etc--she wanted to tell mom to come and she told me to tell you as well--you and mom should go! *alert, birthday gift, alert alert*--not that mom needs anything new, the woman could open up a turquoise store with the amount of stuff she has.
annnnnyway, i have the address and stuff, you should talk to mom and see if she wants to go. i'll jet along with you two just to pickpocket items i find particularly flashy. look, not everyone has "money" to "pay" for things.

sincerely,

lin-z*

*i walk up to the walgreens counter to get my prescription, give my name*
"Liiiiindsay? Dat your first name?"
"...uh, yes."
"how you spell that? L-I-N dash Z?"
lindsay stares for a while before realizing the woman is completely serious--"......yes. that's right. you're absolutely right. my name is lindsay, and i spell it L-I-N dash Z."
the woman appears pleased with herself for getting it right.

sure. is there any other way to spell my name? phew. thank goodness for you, walgreens pharmacist. i'm not sure i would feel comfortable with anyone else doling out my high dosage of antibiotics. next? my birthday is in the computer wrong.

"When's your birthday?"
"June 26th."
"No....it's the 22nd."
"um, no, it's the 26th."
"No...it's the 22nd."
"Are you actually arguing with me about when my own birthday is?"
"Ma'am, it says here that it's June 22nd."
"Give me three good reasons why I would lie about my own birthday--and if I was lying, why would I only change it to FOUR DAYS BEFORE? Tell me, what good does that do me? I'm not sure that even changes me from a Cancer to a Gemini."
"Ma'am, I can't give you this prescription."
"Look, obviously it's just in the computer wrong. Can I show you my driver's license? Lookie here, June 26th."
"No."
"No? So I guess my driver's license is no longer valid for things of this matter? Awesome. So up until now, I thought I was born on the 26th of June. Thanks again, Walgreens pharmacist. Thanks for clearing up the massive misunderstanding. You must know better than i or my parents do as to WHEN I WAS BORN."
24 years and 24 fake birthdays later, I can now live an honest life.
"Can I please have my prescription now?"
Walgreen pharmacist stares and says again, "No Ma'am, it says-"
"THE 22ND. I GET IT. THANK YOU VERY MUCH."

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