12.18.07 5:00 AM CST
• Pop Culture
• Jamie Malanowski
I have not always been an early adopter. The Stones, for example; I didn’t get them at first. I was a bit late to Howard Stern. For years I didn’t like Peyton Manning, until I realized that how magnificent he was. Yes, these are just some of the many figures that I warmed to late.But then there were some that I was right about right from the start. I couldn’t stand Alvin and the Chipmunks in 1958 when I was five years old, and I can’t stand them today. I hated their high-pitched voices, and I hated their whole Dave Seville-schtick. And since 1958—nearly a half-century’s worth of time—not a Christmas season has passed without some small portion it—some car ride or stroll through a mall—being absolutely ruined by those shrill, aggravating voices. They make my skin crawl. Now I see there’s a new Chipmunks movie that came out last week, starring Jason Lee. I don’t know what it says that Lee shaved his My Name Is Earl moustache for the role. Maybe he didn’t want to contaminate it with Chipmunk cooties. Maybe he wanted to try to appear incognito. Certainly I would, if ever I was to completely lose my mind and allow myself to be associated with such drivel.
Anyway, they’re back. And so begins a new chapter in what may go down as the central struggle of my life. My nemesis—my Moriarty—my krypton—my Chipmunks.
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Oh how mean! Little visions of Bubonic plague only brought joy to the children of video stare owners who proceed to recite the songs annoyingly in your face when you just want to get out of their in peace with your softcore flicks.