I was a fan of Cute Overload for quite a while, but it has become very popular and like a black hole is beginning to collapse in on itself with all of the "snorggle"s, "prosh"s, and "OMG"s that are thrown around there and hundreds of comments that amount to pathetic people trying to exclaim to us that a picture of a fat hamster performed miracles that make The Risen Christ seem like a two-bit carnie shyster. But like all fads, the cute fad has become mainstream and as such a new form has arisen in which the hipsters can find solace. To this end, Just a Little Guy has emerged as the antithesis of CO.
While still proffering a supply of "cute," it does so without the self-reverential palaver and baby talk. Instead the animals are presented as they are--filled with spunk and trouble. This AWWW character can see inside the soul of even the most dander-headed and saucer-eyed of baby animals and remind us that given the chance these little guys would cut you and your mother and then take your wallet. And that they have the salty mouths of syphilitic sailors. It is, quite simply, amazing; a work of art and attitude like few others. A true monument to our times, standing athwart our culture, serving as a beacon of truth and light.
I have visited both sites. They're both crap.
Posted by: To the Point | 16 May 2006 at 20:08
Misspent: I may have apologized to Chelsea, but don't get the wrong idea. I still think you're lazier than a pet coon. All this wallowing around DC and Chicago and Wisconsin and then there'll be Germany. You just don't work hard enough. And all the whining over writing those silly papers. You call that work?
BTW, the next time you put up a post that's healined "My Hero," it had damn well better be about me. Now get to work.
Sincerely,
Hillary Clinton
P.S. Get in the kitchen and help Bill make me a sandwich. NOW!
Posted by: HILLARY FOR FUHRESS | 16 May 2006 at 20:26
His real hero is me, he just doesn't know it yet. Maybe he'll figure it out after tonight's show.
Posted by: King Taylor | 17 May 2006 at 02:54
KT, did you know you get to sing three songs tonight?
Posted by: Anon | 17 May 2006 at 03:46
Man, if you want cute I'll just send you a picture of me. And I'm full of trouble. Not spunk though. Ew.
Posted by: Lucy | 17 May 2006 at 04:13
I did know I get to sing three songs tonight. I just said I'm not psychic so I don't know which ones I'm gonna sing till I sing 'em. Even the one I pick myself--I'll know what it is when the music starts playing.
Posted by: King Taylor | 17 May 2006 at 04:46
Lucy, you sound like a girl after Misspent's heart. He's a real KT, that's King of Trouble (sorry about that King Taylor).
And send your pictures right away. The sooner the better. Misspent gets pretty backed up going through the pictures girls send him. But if you act today, we can guarantee he'll give it look by no later than July 4th. And, who knows, perhaps fireworks will go off.
Also: Do not send pictures unless you're over 5'3" and under 120 pounds. In fact, the closer in height and looks you are to Katherine McPhee, the better.
Posted by: The William Morris Agency | 17 May 2006 at 05:45
King Taylor: I am ever more impressed by your talents. First it was your singing. Then your dancing and entertaining capabilities. Now I find out that you require no rehearsals whatsoever -- just hear the music and BAM right into the song. That's amazing.
I do find one thing puzzling. How can you not know the song you're picking for yourself to sing?
BTW, how is it knowing you're pretty much a shoe-in now that baldy is gone?
Posted by: One of Many Fans...just one...of many, many | 17 May 2006 at 05:57
King Taylor: One more thing. Have you received any encouragement from the Fiendish Lout? How about money or gifts? Or is that all done behind the scenes? Please, Inquiring Minds need to know.
(He is trying to sign you to a contract, isn't he?)
Posted by: Inquiring Minds | 17 May 2006 at 06:01
I undestand everything now that you say that KT just goes in without practice. I would be spazzing, too.
Posted by: Misspent | 17 May 2006 at 06:03
Misspent, why don't you leave me the keys to your blog so I can properly maintain order for you while you're in WI.
Posted by: Card's wife | 17 May 2006 at 06:10
You won't know what a misspent life is like until you have given Mrs. C your blog keys. As to this King Taylor, (a) is he any kin to Lord&Taylor and (b) does all this have to do with some kind of TV show?
Posted by: Fiendish | 17 May 2006 at 06:25
I say Card's wife can be trusted implicitly and I can think of no better future for this blog than to be placed in her care while the blogowner is in the telephone-free wilds of northern Wisconsin. Three Rivers, eat your heart out.
Of course I am multi-talented in ways the least of you can only imagine, but I do not "spaz."
This Fiendish fellow does real estate, and I think we can all agree that, whatever I am, I'm not real.
Posted by: King Taylor | 17 May 2006 at 07:50
Nobody who sings that Journey crap can expect anybody to take them seriously.
You heard it here first.
Posted by: King Taylor | 17 May 2006 at 08:06
OK. Here's the thing about Katherine. She smiles all the time, even when it makes no sense for what she's singing. It's like she can't understand the words. Except that she really *can't* understand the words.
Posted by: King Taylor | 17 May 2006 at 08:15
Well, I didn't outdo Springsteen. I didn't even come close to Springsteen. But hey, I was better than either of them other two. Plus I got to lay my mitts on Paula.
Posted by: King Taylor | 17 May 2006 at 08:21
What is this? Am I the only one watching myself on TV? I thought I had "many, many" fans here.
Posted by: King Taylor | 17 May 2006 at 08:22
Katherine won't admit it, but she struck a devil's deal with Whitney on the Somewhere Over the Rainbow thing. Only she managed to avoid getting stuck with Bobby. Man, that was CRAP. I don't care what the rest of you say, Judy Garland is rotting in her grave over this one.
Posted by: King Taylor | 17 May 2006 at 08:33
Oh, and Elliott wasn't worth mentioning.
Posted by: King Taylor | 17 May 2006 at 08:34