The gun-shaped party cracker that shoots out a teddy bear was bravely submitted by alert reader Usama "One-pixel off!" H.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you. It took me three hours to post this because I COULD NOT STOP PLAYING THIS GAME. It’s called "Farm Hustle" and features these little anerable animal icons you must place three in a row. Yes, that’s it. It’s like ‘bejeweled’ if you know that one.
Also featured on this site are ‘Farm Members", little crocheted dudes that are so prosh:
Ari and Thalia of Avocadolite, way to GO! Thanks very much for sending in, SilverBatWing.
There is simply no category for this post. Introducing the tree sweater by Erika. It’s completely redonk and so funny. This poor little tree outside Erika’s house needed some love, so she knit it a sweater. (Natch.) Here’s more to the story.
Sent in by Carrie (who just might be trying to get Webby votes in for competitor TreeHugger.com!)
Please forgive me, but I cannot find the original site—can you help a sister out?
\\ THIS JUST IN! \\ These are the brilliant work of Heidi at MyPaperCrane.com!
Hello People, Meg here. What you are about to witness is amazing—astonishing even. A Super Duper Superfan of CuteOverload.com has come forward to give you, the C.O. audience, a gift. A gift of Chick Icons! Here’s the story in his own words. Alan—the stage is yours.
One day, my co-worker pointed me at cuteoverload.com and I knew, oh, I knew that we had reached a point of stabilization in society. The Rules of Cute really resonated and I made the conscious choice to change my iChat icon to the cuteoverload icon. The next day, it made sense to dress it up a little bit… it was a cold day in San Francisco and I’m sure the little chickie must have been freezing as well. So Chickie got a black shirt and suddenly, Meg Frost, the legend herself, pinged me on iChat. It was like meeting Mickey Mouse at Disneyland.
Admittedly, the black t-shirt was awfully cute. But in our brief virtual conversation, I suggested I might try another variation, say, "Pete Doherty." Meg, to my surprise, said, ‘who’s that?’ and alas, within seconds, she sent me a brilliant picture of a finely cracked-out Pete and within minutes, I dropped my next meeting and cranked out (so to speak) the first large-scale Pete Duckerty in Keynote 3 (must plug my product).
And much to my surprise, Duckerty became the rage across campus and my buddy list was littered with cracked out Duckerty’s. And when demand exceeds supply, what is a genteel marketer to do?
The rules of cute can only take you so far. Finding the second cute target was no easy task. Was this cute icon thing going to be the next big thing or was it going to be another "Home Alone 2." Stressed, I took to the pub where upon my friend Yvette consoled me. She has been a life-long Johnny Depp fan and when was he cuter than in Pirates of the Carribean, riffing off the not-so-cute Keith Richards? And John Sparrow made his way through buddy lists across campus.
Riding on the "Empire Strikes Back" of icons, I chit-chatted and hob-nobbed with cute wonks, quite certain that fraternity is a spontaneous formation that keeps society ticking, as gears in a clock. And realizing that I had gone from my independent and quite punk attitude to now a significant part of the cute underground, I relished back to the days of old, and since few would understand a Matthew Barney duck, I found #3, Brad Pitt, in Fight Club, Before Angelina Jolie, etc., etc., when it seemed the American colony was young enough to be shocked by a few boys brooking noses and such. Ah, "Return of the Jedi."
The pressure was on, and I was flown to meet the illustrious Karl Lagerfeld. And in his presence, and the presence of his court, I was reminded of Versailles and elegance and, well, all things cute. So late, late night, after a New York-styled evening, I cleared off the cigarettes and alcohol and and sat down to draw Kaiser duck… belt buckle and all.
Sulking back to San Francisco after seeing the brightest points of cuteness 2006, I couldn’t help but feel a tad goth, if you will. A friend asked, ‘when you go to a goth party, what do you take?’ I responded, ‘Nothing. I have darkness in my heart.’ And to that, I tried to trace my goth instinct back through Bauhaus, Joy Division… But that couldn’t be it. There was more. And amidst that dark joy that is that last moment of sunset, I remembered the Muppets’ episode starring Alice Cooper, where cute met dark cute. The granddaddy of goth.
Having given up any more cute tendencies, I swore off the ducks for a while (it must have been 3 days even). And it was Oscar season. Given my ADD, I don’t see a lot of movies, but the brokeback phenomenon was clearly all around. And what could be cuter than that?
Having forbidden myself access to the cute_overload.key file, I avoided iChat where friends egged me on to ‘just do one more.’ Like Elvis should have done, I refused. But cuteness was everywhere. There’s something so cute about brooding. And something so cute about sitting in a darkened apartment, glistening at Gotham, wondering where it all went wrong. We need defenders for the cute. We need Batduck!
It took nearly three months in cute icon stupor to realize I had a problem. The edge. The happenstance. The unbearable lightness of being! The more pressure, the more cute karma. And in the vigilance, and in the strife, and in the keeping it all together, Alex! I could have done wonders with a little more adult supervision. Look at me now!
Safely back, I saw cuteness in everything. And a renewed hope, that I was well past ‘Jar Jar’ and the "Phantom Menace," I was on the green run of cuteness. Here’s an idea, here’s another. What could be cuter than shameless self promotion? Cute pushing cute!
Then the boys complained.
The first time I went to Tokyo, I surmised three points of culture. London, her majesty’s center. New York, that bitter little colony, palely reflecting her majesty’s witty burbs. And now Tokyo, closing the loop, recycling and repurposing western culture – better than it originally started. And in the same way that Japan overtook the world economic production of cars, computers and gadgets, in the malls, in the streets, in the subways, in the mangas, in the parks, in the kiosks – cute! They know cute better that we do (or did, now that Meg brought the torch back to the colonies). And it hit me late one night, that this cute icon exercise, needed an ending to take it back to where it began. The essence of cute.
With the discipline of a mathematician, I embarked on a treacherous adventure, not knowing when it would start, not knowing when it would end. The red pill? The rabbit hole? The mobius strip of icons, recursion set its course. #14. Is there anything left to do? Little plastic purses, hair clips, and radios?
The revolution will be cute!
"@", or email@example.com
I told you it was amazing! Stheriously; to use an icon, simply right-click on it to save to your desktop. Then, follow the instructions with your particular chat program to use.
THANK YOU, Alan!
Rule #16: Keep your eyes at the height of your nose *and* have a five-head, (large forehead) and make sure your body is as tall as your head.
It’s here, People! Thanks to your votes we created a T-shirt of the winning hamster. I can’t believe I just wrote that. The fine folks at Glarkware are now accepting orders.
Now listen, the shirts are a skosh more expensive than Cafe Press, but the quality is far better. Don’t fight me on this! I’m looking out for you People.
Order now and your shirt will ship in the end of April. Check it OUT
If you buy a C.O. shirt, you can get 10% off other sections of Glarkware (excludes TWoP and GFY shirts.) with the code: "cute."
Roving Cuteportress Amy F. bravely sent the following shoes in for your viewing pleasure. The following shoes were spotted at Macy’s just moments ago. She reports Marc Jacobs is apparently on the C.B. (Cute Bandwagon) just like the rest of us (Yeah, I’m looking at you, New York Times!) Check it!
As Amy says: "What’s hard to see are the whiskers—for reals!!!"
-and- I like dee black one:
Hi folks, there appears to be the possibility for some users to get a virus when visiting the iloveegg site. I did not get a virus when I looked at it multiple times, but perhaps it’s a PC thing and not a Mac thing, not sure. Boo, viruses! I am removing the link to the site. Thanks to those who commented and Nong, Christophe and Alexander for writing.
You can still see the movie other places; namely here!
This is the most ridiculous thing ever; the iloveegg.com site. There appears to be no real purpose to the site other than professing love for eggs in the form of wallpapers and movies.
You gotta see the lil’ movie.[Warning! this song will get in your head, and ping pong around!] I highly recommend singing it out load to annoy your housemates.
Oodle doodle! Thanks for sending, Melody D. and Amber C.!