Monthly Archives: December 2010

Texts From Mom – Love or Loathe Edition

December 30, 2010
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My Mom is relatively new to the whole texting thing. Well, we’ve tried teaching her how to text on her cell phone over the years (Amanda even wrote out extremely detailed instructions that literally began with “Open Phone”) but she never quite got the hang of it. These days she texts us from her iPad and things go a whole lot more smoothly. Except sometimes she doesn’t really have the whole texting attitude conveyance down yet. For instance, is she mocking me or legitimately feel bad for me in her latest text?

It’s hard to tell, right? Oh well. I’m thinking that deciphering texts from my Mom could be a fun new series on Puntabulous.

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The Hunger Games: Fan-Made Clip

December 29, 2010
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This is about a month old, but I just saw it for the first time and it’s fantastic. The Hunger Games was one of the best books I’ve ever read and I hope the filmmakers do it as much justice as these fans did. Oh, and this is a pretty big spoiler if you haven’t read the book, so avoid watching this if you want to remain unspoiled.

At the very least, let’s just hope it’s not another Avatar: The Last Airbender.

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Venn Diagram for Spider-Man: Turn off the Dark Fans

December 29, 2010
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Just my approximation:

I think someone should have done this exercise before spending $65 million.

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Michelle M’s ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

December 25, 2010
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Okay, who cares if Cocky and Rude did something similar yesterday? Michelle M is amazing and I’m thrilled and honored to be presenting another one of her incredible guest posts! Merry Christmas everyone!


Twas the night before Christmas and all through the web,
Not one mouse was clicking, the blogs were all dead.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that our hero soon would be there.

Elves Kimi and Kristen and Mush and M. Nico,
Heather and TwoPi, Dave2 and joshrico,
Up at the North Pole were all super busy,
The hustle and bustle had all in a tizzy.

The commenters* were passed out on top of their beds,
While visions of simians danced in their heads.
* Disclaimer: fictionalized commenters not as attractive as in real life.

And I in my argyle and Nat with her gun,
Had just settled down for some sexytime fun.

When out of the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
It was Ryan with cupcake all covered in batter.

Away to the window I flew like the wind,
Impressive as I was quite tonic and ginned.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave lustre of mid-day to the stalker below.

When what to Polt’s purply eye should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and nine hot, studly queer.

With a little round driver, so horny and blue,
He was more colorful than Tam’s shoulder tattoo.
More rapid than ninjas his men how they flew,
As he whistled and whipped them and kept them in queue.

Now Fdot, now Vuboq, now Paul and Chris D.,
On Jere, on David, on Mel and Mikey.

And to ensure a gift went to each child, sir and madam,
The team was led by the bright red glow of Adam.

And then on the roof was a hullabaloo,
Of the prancing and pawing of each little shoe.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the chimney S.V. came with a bound.

Virile and cocky from his head to his foot,
His cape was all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
I was awed and amazed by the size of his sack.

His eyes how they twinkled! His smile so red!
I think that his body was also his head.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his eyebrows were colored the brightest yellow.

His chubby was plump, a right horny old pill,
And I lol’d when I saw him, he gave me a thrill.
He whipped out a list that he had to check twice,
To see which commenters had been naughty or nice.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He filled up my stocking; then turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger aside of his stiffy,
He rose up the chimney as quick as a jiffy.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a fluffing,
And away they all flew with much huffing and puffing.
And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
“Razzle Dazzle to all, and to all a Good-Night!”

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Everyone Deserves a Chance in the Spotlight

December 24, 2010
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We’re heading over to Amanda’s soon for Christmas Eve. I may not get a chance to post tomorrow, so I wanted to wish you all a very Merry Christmas!

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My Least Favorite Ubiquitous Movie Line Ever

December 22, 2010
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I’ve been wanting to see Tron: Legacy. Not dying to see it mind you, just wanting. And then yesterday I saw a commercial for it that made my skin crawl. It was during the lightcycles scene (which looks amazing btw) and after a crash, the main character shouts my most hated movie line in the history of movies:

“That’s what I’m talking about!”

or the alternate:

“That’s what I’m talkin’ bout!”

Seriously, why is this line allowed to be in movies anymore? Can’t we just leave it as a fond relic of the 90′s when we enjoyed movies where Will Smith punched aliens in the face? And do people actually say this? Come on, say it out loud, it’s frakking awkward as hell to say. I implore you to say it aloud without feeling like a total douche. It’s impossible! So what do you say, Hollywood? How about we lay that line to rest?

What common movie lines drive you guys bonkers?

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Satellite Shot of the Co-Op I’m Trying to Purchase

December 21, 2010
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People have asked to see pictures of the co-op I’m trying to purchase, and for some reason I have a fear that posting pictures would jinx the whole process. I’m not even a supersticious person, but I don’t want to take any chances. But I will post this overhead shot of the complex itself because for some reason that doesn’t make my jinx bells go off.

There’s a lake in the middle of it! How awesome is that? There’s also a pool and tennis courts which you can see, though I heard one of the tennis courts is being turned into a basketball court since no one is ever using both tennis courts at the same time. I guess I can live with that. There’s also laundry and a gym facility on site, as well as a “clubhouse” with pool tables and dart boards you can rent for parties.

Keep those fingers crossed people!

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Super Viagra and Vagina Girl Will Not Be Saving Christmas This Year

December 21, 2010
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I’m sorry to report that Super Viagra and Vagina Girl will not be saving Christmas this year. After two years of saving Christmas, I’ve come to the sad realization that you will need to save Christmas yourselves. But fear not! I hear that Rainbow Poo may be up to the task this year.

There are a couple of factors playing into this. First and foremost is MSPaint. They updated MSPaint in my upgrade from Windows Vista to Windows 7. They upgraded it so much that it’s like they’re trying to turn it into an actual productive program. Like, what’s up with that? There’s all different types of paintbrushes and shades and nonsense like that. I can hardly figure it out! Don’t they know me and my artistic talents only work under the most basic of circumstances? That’s why you haven’t been seeing any of my wonderful MSPaint creations lately. I need to see if I can downgrade my version of MSPaint, I just haven’t taken the time to do it yet.

Secondly, I was going to take the time to work on it this past weekend but you see, I made an offer on a beautiful two bedroom co-op instead. That’s right. After 29 years (minus college and one horrid year in Brooklyn of course) I’ll finally be moving out of the womb that is my parents house. The sellers have accepted the offer and now it’s just a matter of getting all the paperwork and financials together. Hopefully everything will go smoothly.

Anyway, after the offer was accepted, I was so panic-stricken that something would go wrong (or that little issue of actually coming up with the down payment) that I was practically paralyzed all of Sunday and the Lord’s Day is when I’m normally at the top of my pervy Super Viagra game. So I just vegged out and watched Catwoman instead, which frankly, wasn’t as good as I remembered. But I like to blame that on the stress rather than the filmmakers.

So yeah, sorry to be full of excuses, but that’s the case. Anyway, wish me luck on this co-op business. I’ll certainly need it! And perhaps when things settle down, Super Viagra and Vagina Girl can save Valentine’s Day or something. So this year, I leave things in the capable hands of Rainbow Poo.

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Really!?! with Puntabulous – McDonald’s Happy Meal Edition

December 16, 2010
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In today’s edition of Really?!? with Puntabulous, we look into the consumer group that is suing McDonalds for unfairly advertising their Happy Meals towards young children.

CSPI attorney Gardner said the Happy Meal lawsuit will use the same laws that resulted in a clampdown on cigarette advertising to children.

Really!?! Because tempting kids to go behind your back and smoke cigarettes behind the handball courts at school is totally the same thing as forcing you as the parent to take them to McDonalds and buy them a Happy Meal? Really!?!

Nevertheless, she said, her children constantly ask her to take them to get the latest advertised Happy Meal toy.

“This litany of requests is draining and very frustrating for children,” she said. “I would like this practice to stop.”

Really!?! Telling your kids no is draining? Oh honey, you’re in for a lifetime of hurt when your kids become teenagers! Maybe you’ll need to sue Apple for making iPods look too darn cool! Really!?!

He added that parents do not have the responsibility to offset unfair marketing from McDonald’s.

“Under the law, you don’t blame the victim of deceptive practices,” Gardner said.

Really!?! Deceptive practices? Does “Hey kids, look at this shiny toy!” somehow mean the same thing as “Hey parents! Buy your kids this really healthy meal at McDonalds! It’s fat free and good for you and will totally increase their IQ, SAT, and MCAT scores!”

Timothy Sandefur, principal attorney at the Pacific Legal Foundation, argues that it is the responsibility of parents to regulate what their children eat.

“Not a child on earth has forced his parent to buy him a McDonald’s Happy Meal,” Sandefur said.

Thank you! Finally, someone is starting to make sense! Really!!!

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An Odd Habit of Mine; Or, No Mo Moseying!

December 15, 2010
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I’ve never been able to mosey. Ever. I walk fast from point A to point B regardless of the circumstances. Museum of ancient artifacts? Great! Gotta see it all as fast as possible! No time to read signs! Zoooooom! When I entered Junior High, my sister Amanda asked a friend who was still in my school to check in on me and see how I was doing. He reported that I seemed to be getting along fine, but that I had a tendency to run from class to class.

Run is a bit of an exaggeration. I just can’t keep myself from walking fast. It’s not even about getting to places faster or on time. Even if there is no deadline to where I need to be, I need to briskly walk there no matter what. If I get stuck behind a pack of tourists I seethe with anger until I’m able to get past them.

“But Craig, lots of people hate getting stuck behind slow people, what makes you so special?”

First off, everything about me makes me special, so quit asking such stupid questions. Secondly, the really odd part about my disdain of moseying comes into effect when I get so frustrated that I turn down an alcove and stand still for a moment (I generally try and play cool by checking my phone, email, twitter, facebook, grindr) and allow the slowpokes to get ahead of me by a large enough distance that I can then reenter pedestrian traffic and move at my own pace. I even do this at work. If I’m going down the hall and can’t pass the person in front of me, I’ll turn into the kitchen, standing around like a putz, then go back into the hall and walk at my own pace. Same goes for museums. I love museums. It’s not that I find them boring and want to get it over with. I find them fascinating, but I just can’t stroll leisurely through them.

See? So it really has nothing to do with getting to places on time. Scratch that. See? So it really has nothing to do with getting to places on time. If I were late, I would have elbowed my way past that disgusting crowd of tourists. But if I don’t have anywhere to be, I still can’t mosey and I’d rather take a break and NOT MOVE AT ALL for a moment so that I can then walk at my own pace.

What are your thoughts on the situation? Can you mosey?

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