Egads, Hubert, they’re everywhere! Mobs of screaming, angry taxpayers with pitchforks and torches! The entire mansion is surrounded!
Dang, my torch went out, Esther W.
To Style Man
March 21, 2009 By
"Citizens of Earth! I am the Grand High Blayvin of the planet Fabulon! We offer your civilization the blessings of our advanced hair care secrets! Our scientists have perfected a neutronic conditioning lotion that can cure split ends for all time! We come with peaceful intentions, and not to ship your people to our home planet for horrific beauty school experiments, honest, we mean it!"
I, for one, welcome our impeccably-coiffed overlords, Stacy N.
C.O. Presents: Cuisine of the World!
March 18, 2009 By
What’s the perfect complement to Swiss cheese? Swiss bread, of course! Rarely seen outside the Alps, Brot voller Löcher is a hearty, whole-grain bread with an unusual pattern of Swiss cheese-like holes. Locals say it’s good luck when the holes in your bread-and-cheese sandwich align perfectly. But while Swiss cheese gets its holes from naturally-occurring pockets of trapped gas, Swiss bread requires a more laborious process…
I think I’ll just have the salad, Zana F.
Paaaaaaarrrrrrrrr–TAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!
March 17, 2009 By
Whoooo-HOOOO! Cute Overload just won an award in the 2009 Weblog Awards announced tonight at South by Southwest!
We were nominated in the category of "Best Topical Weblog," which is a special category for weblogs that can be applied directly to the skin.
Thanks for bringing dessert, Christina V.
UGG!
March 16, 2009 By
Just for clarity, that’s "UGG!" as in "will you just look at this mess?" and not "Ugg" as in "popular brand of stylish outdoor footwear." Although, quite honestly, that is a good look for you: The palette of whites and off-whites is flattering, and the flared legs have a funky retro feel to them…
I’ve got some syrup, Rita L. — Let’s make sno-cones!
[Yes, peeps, it's another C.O. Encore Presentayshe™ - Ed.]
Good Evening, Mister Bond
March 16, 2009 By
I’m so glad you could join us, my old nemesis; I do hope my henchmen didn’t treat you roughly. You’re just in time to watch me unleash my army of killer robo-ferrets upon an unsuspecting world — but first, I will explain my sinister plan to you in elaborate detail at great length, which will give you time to escape and ruin everything.
Evil never looked so cuddly, Kate S.
I Don’t Like This Planet, Mommy
March 14, 2009 By
"I hate this place — everything’s all flat and quiet. Yeah, sure, there’s people, but nobody talks to me or pets me or anything. I mean, check out Necktie Boy, here; I lick his face, give him my best sad-eyes routine, and what do I get? Bupkis! And the worst part is that there’s all this food, and I can’t eat any of it!
"On the plus side, though, I’m feeling very motivated to quit smoking. Whatever that is."
Maybe a trip to Sofaland will cheer him up, Steph W.
There’s a Seeker Born Every Minute
March 13, 2009 By
Each of us is born into a lonely quest. Young and old, rich and poor, from mighty king to lowly beggar, our lives are marked by the trails of our ceaseless yearnings, like maps to treasure we never find.
For some, it is Love, that blissful release from earthly cares, adrift in the arms of that one special someone. For others, it is Knowledge, the skeleton key that unlocks every mystery and lays bare the soul of Truth.
… and then, if you’re this bozo, you just want a conditioner that tames split ends.
We may need to break out the hot-oil treatment, Tina W.
Klamath Falls, 1963
March 12, 2009 By
OK, so me and my friend Danny get to go camping, except Danny’s mom said that Danny’s sister Marlys had to come too, and my mom made me take my brother Ralph and said we couldn’t hike fast on account of he has asthma and stuff.
So we were in the forest, and Marlys said she was pretty sure that this is where Old Man Morris lives, who’s supposed to be this scary old guy with a hook for a hand who cooks little kids and eats ‘em. And I said "cut it out, Marlys, that’s just a ghost story."
"Is not," says Marlys. "Jimmy Beaverton saw him when he took a short cut home from Jamboree last summer. There was this wheezy voice saying ‘My, you’re a tasty thing, aren’t ya?’ and that’s when he saw him."
"Oh, Jimmy Beaverton eats boogers and thinks Howdy Doody is real," I tell her. "What does he know?" And she says "Fine — you’re so smart, let’s see you walk down there by yourself."
So now I have to do it or I’ll look stupid. And then the forest gets really quiet, and the birds stop singing all at once, and all I can hear is the snow crunch under my feet. And then I stop, and I hear something … wheezing.
So Marlys screams at me and Danny screams at Marlys and Ralphie just screams at everybody, and we all run back to camp the whole way without stopping. Anyway, it turns out the wheezing was just because Ralphie couldn’t find his inhaler.
Photos from Jennifer T. (with an assist from Alexis M. & Sarah F.S.)
No More Scary Movies For You, Dad
March 12, 2009 By
"It’s the same story every time we watch a Freddy or Jason movie: You always say ‘I’m a big boy now, I can handle it,’ and by the time the picture’s over, you end up whimpering in my bed."
Looks like someone could use this handy How To Survive A Slasher Movie guide, JC.
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