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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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No fucking way. I hope he electrocutes himself. Wait, it has a battery. Then I hope the battery burst and battery acid goes on his hoo hah.




What an asshole.

I'm so sorry, Tracy. I guess it wouldn't help much to suggest thinking of this as an opportunity to splurge and get one of the nice new iPod Nanos?


I wish the funds were available for a splurge, Jess! :(

Thanks, you guys. I like to think of us as a giant blog mob out to string up iPod thieves 'round the world. Joolie, you bring the torches. Chris, you're in charge of pitchforks...and SFG? Get a rope.


When you said you had a bad day (over in Flickr), I had no idea!! It's such a horrible feeling knowing that some lowlife was touching your stuff. What an assrag. I'm so sorry.


There's nothing like having your personal space violated... What a peice of shit.


tell me it wasn't stolen at my b-day party. I will feel sos sososososo badly.


Just randomly looking at blogs.

But damn that guy has some guts. Hope he gets caught and has his stolen iPod stolen. LOL


Just randomly looking at blogs.

But damn that guy has some guts. Hope he gets caught and has his stolen iPod stolen. LOL


Bummer, dude. There's nothing quite like having something stolen to tarnish one's faith in humanity. At least the person didn't smash through the glass (as someone did in order to steal a Fuzzbuster from me).


Oh, sweetie, that BLOWS.

I hate people. They suck ass.


Oh, that sucks. I'm sorry.


Oh, man, that is so awful! I know how it feels. :-( I hope he didn't get anything else from the car. (Check for your insurance card: they sometimes steal them, too.) Our car was broken into a couple of years ago. It's an awful, awful feeling, just knowing that some stranger was in your space, pawing through your stuff for something to take. :-(

I hope it won't discourage you from coming to the birthday party Saturday...it's in a nice safe neighborhood where my friends and family hang out a lot. :-)


Sorry 'bout that Tracy. Bad Karma to whoever did it.

Dick (No, really!)

Someone like that needs to be hung up by his family jewels and used as a pinata (sorry, can't figure how to put the tilde where it belongs).

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