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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

me

but, yeah. so um. on the topic of music, right? yeah. right. so um, that magic cd, right -- totally magical, right? best fucking songs ever? am I right? am I right? I am right.

southernfriedgirl

See, that is why I don't watch past the horrible auditions. LOL

The Golden Child

your first mistake was "watching."

BadAunt

This post makes me feel so KNOWLEDGEABLE! Not only did I watch TV a few days ago, I even watched THE SAME SHOW!

It was the first time I ever saw American Idol, and it just happened to be on when I turned on the TV and started flicking through the channels. I'd heard so much about AI that I decided to watch... and came to pretty much the same conclusions you did. Elliot was good (and besides, he made me laugh, although I can't remember why, now). None of the women impressed me. Bland, bland, bland.

But what REALLY got me about the show was the judging. The two Americans were the good guys. The one Brit was the bad guy. I had just finished reading a book called "British Teeth," in which the (British) author talked about exactly this, although not in connection with AI, so that struck me as funny.

But the funniest part about this was watching the contestants when they had listened to the nicey-nice comments (usually) from the two other judges, then turned to the British guy (what is his name?) - and they ALWAYS betrayed a flicker of panic, however confident they were pretending to be. Here comes the awful truth! Mommy!

I probably won't watch it again (because I can't remember when it was on) but that was fun.

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