I had the pleasure of meeting David from Someone in a Tree tonight for dinner. He’s just as fun and wonderful as you expect, with an extra shot of vibrance (kinda like the wall behind us!) which is a needed shock to my mundane system.

We discussed topics such as nude yoga (in which I don’t partake), karaoke, (in which I don’t partake), and porn (in which I don’t partake). Check out his blog!

Puntabulous was recently featured in the online and print magazine Cybersocket. In the March Issue, Puntabulous was listed as a Blog You Should Be Reading (which apparently you are) in an article entitled Secrets of Successful Bloggers. They said:

The site Puntabulous is run by Craig McAnally, a self-styled Napoleon Dynamite with a wonderfully off-kilter sense of humor. If you enjoy off-the-cuff comments and stream-of-consciousness bon mots, you’ll find Craig’s blog incredibly entertaining. Puntabulous offers something we’ve been seeing more of lately, and it’s something we love: hot nerds. Cute gay guys obsessed with Star Wars, Battlestar Galactica, comics, videogames, gadgets, and all the other telltale signs of geekdom. Craig’s quirky mix of stories, movie reviews, recipes, original sketches, hysterical debates, and random rants make for great reading because he always gives of himself, putting a great deal of thought and effort into his wacky posts. The main ingredient at Puntabulous is passion. Craig’s passion is his site, and it shows. He’s just having fun - and taking us along for the ride.

Sweet! They called me a hot nerd! Then in May’s issue, they had an article titled It’s Hip to be Square where I was mentioned again! Danny wrote:

As an admitted geek, one of my favorite blogs is Puntabulous. Created by Craig McAnally — a self-described dork — the site deals with a large array of nerdy topics. One of Craig’s best recurring features is an online cartoon strip he created that deals with two superheroes named Super Viagra and Vagina Girl. Craig says, “Super Viagra actually came about thanks to a spam e-mail for erectile dysfunction. They were hawking Cialis — or, as they called it, ‘Super Viagra.’ The idea of a super hero who has sex with people instead of saving them tickled my perverted fancy.” Many of the threads on the site’s discussion board trigger hot debate, such as a recent one that dared to pit Star Wars vs. Star Trek. As you might expect, this thread ended up receiving four times more comments than usual. When you go for the jugular (in this case, Star Wars and Star Trek) the nerds come out of the closet in force.

Isn’t that ridiculously awesome? So I’d like to send a HUGE thanks to Danny and Cybersocket Magazine for including me in their features and making me feel that being dorky and cool aren’t always mutually exclusive.

So remember when I told you the story of the transit strike? And I made that random comment about wanting the crocheted snail? Well dreams do come true!

Thanks to a group effort by readers Dave S. and Gina, along with the help of a fellow crocheter in Texas, I now have a crocheted snail of my very own! It’s just as cute and wonderful as I had hoped! Now all I need is a name for it. Please leave your suggestions in the comment section! (Please ignore the bags under my eyes. I had a really long day when I took that picture, and I gave my airbrusher the day off.)

UPDATE: I took this picture and wrote this post last night. I must have been delirious at the time because who in their right mind would post this picture of themselves? Please focus on the adorable crocheted snail.

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I always figured you guys knew I was pretty tall, but people seemed pretty surprised by my height as seen in my godfather post. I’d like to state once and for all that I am I’m six magnificent feet and four glorious inches tall.

I may not be as tall as my fellow wordpress theme user TallFreak, but I’m still tall enough to squash you like the bug you are.

My Fellow Americans,

I come to you not as a super famous blogger with dozens of readers around the world. I come to you as just an average man, with an average dream. A dream that I have kept hidden deep within my soul. Why is it so hard for me to have an average dream? Isn’t this America? The land of the free and the home of the brave? We Americans are free to pick so many things in our lives: the neighborhoods we live in (sorta), the schools we go to (maybe), and our president (not really). But what is the one thing we can’t pick?

Our noses.

I don’t say “we can’t pick our noses” because I think we shouldn’t pick our noses. Nay! I say “we can’t pick our noses” because I mourn the fact that we can’t pick our noses. Yes I know, picking your nose is right up there with wearing white after Labor Day, teachers giving homework over Christmas break, and farting in the library. But why? What’s grosser? Sitting across from someone with a booger in their nose while you’re trying to eat your cobb salad? Or walking passed someone discretely picking their nose in the privacy of their own office? I’m going to assume you all shouted “A!” And I’m going to be like: “How did you know the choices were A and B, and not 1 and 2?” And you’ll be like: “What?” And I’ll be like: “Huh?” And then there’ll be awkward silence for a while.

But seriously. Say I’m driving on my way to a date. What? Oh, okay, fine. Suspend your disbelief for a moment. Ready? Good. Say I’m driving on my way to a date. I feel a booger. You can’t possibly show up to a date with a booger, can you? Absolutely not. So being the good driver that I am, I wait until I get to a red light to pick it. Why should I feel self-conscious picking my own damn nose in my own damn car? Why should I worry about the car in front of me looking in their rear view mirror and seeing me dig for gold? It’s not like I’ll ever see them again. But society makes me fear getting caught taking care of business! Why?

Now I know what you’re thinking. “Picking your nose is gross and childish!” Why? What is so childish about it? We all have boogers. Picking your nose isn’t like farting. It’s not intruding upon your sense of smell. Or taste. Unless you eat my boogers, which if you are, shouldn’t we be focusing on your disgustingness and not mine? That’s what I thought. Oh and blowing your nose doesn’t help get rid of boogers, so how about we dispel that rumor here and now.

I don’t come to you with this plea because our awesome receptionist at work walked passed my office and caught me picking my nose. And not because she walked passed, then backwards walked back to my door and exclaimed “Busted!” which is pretty awesome because seriously, who has the balls to do that? I come to you because I want to live in a world where we shouldn’t be ashamed of the dried mucus built up in my our noses. It’s a natural process! Like clipping your fingernails or hating Amy Winehouse. So how about we don’t hide it anymore? How about we pick our noses proudly and without shame? Because I swear by the light of Saint Godwin, if you think we should hide our bodies natural processes, you’re no better than the Nazis.

Thank you.

So can you guys do me a solid? My cousins Nicolle (sister of Michelle) and Tim and their son (and my godson) Patrick are walking in this year’s March for Babies. It’s a walkathon organized by The March of Dimes to benefit programs and research for premature babies.

This is Patrick walking in last year’s march:

Apparently it was windy that day. But he marched on anyway! What a trooper!

Anyway, it would be fantastic if you could donate some money and sponsor my cousins in this years March for Babies. You can donate however much you want, every little bit helps. Even just a couple of dollars! You can do so by CLICKING HERE!

Oh and in case you were wondering, it’s spelled Nicolle with two L’s because her mom left it up to my mom (Nicolle’s godmother) to decide whether it should be 1 L or 2 L’s, and my mom picked 2 L’s so it would match the number of L’s in her older sister Michelle’s name, dooming her to a life of having her name misspelled. Good going mom!

This is the story of how I survived the transit strike of 2005. Remember that time when all the New York City transit workers went on strike (struck?) and there were no subways and buses and people all over the city had to walk everywhere? And I had to pretend to be like this:

Because people my age are supposed to be radical and stand up for protesting workers and damn the man and all the business, but I was really like this:

And being like: “Those damn whipper snappers! How am I supposed to get to my bingo night?” And what is a “whipper snapper” exactly? I picture them looking something like this:

Which isn’t all that threatening if you think about it. But old people scare easily. Just look at Harrison Ford’s face!

So at the time of the transit strike, I lived in Brooklyn, and worked in publishing and generally lived a super trendy lifestyle like this:

Except not douchey looking. And not that trendy. And basically just sat on the couch all day watching TV like I currently do while I live with my parents, but back then I did it in Brooklyn.

So I woke up the morning of the strike and turned on the news and found out that the transit strike had really happened, and I was like: “Woo! Sick day!” But then I saw that loads of people were walking across the bridges from Brooklyn to Manhattan to get to work and I felt like a loser, and guilted myself into walking to work. So I bundled up nice and warm because around that time New York City looked like this:

Because apparently it’s not a law that all strikes that cause people to have to walk to work don’t occur in the winter. So I put on my iPod possibly playing Tyra Banks’ “Shake Ya Body” and I started off being all like:

But then it didn’t take long before I as all like:

Except I wasn’t completely adorable. (Can someone make one of those for me?) I was more like:

Because halfway across the bridge I reached that annoying body temperature level where you’re absolutely sweating, but completely bundled up, but you can’t take anything off because its freezing, and your nose looks like:

And by this point my gloves are absolutely disgusting from wiping my nose. Did I ever clean those gloves? I doubt it. Oh well. So I finally get to the other side of the bridge and Red Cross is there handing out little packages of tissues and hot chocolate. And possibly doing this:

And did I mention that this was all happening after the devastation of Hurricane Katrina, so people in New Orleans were like:

And someone in the Red Cross was like:

“Oh my god! Some white people in New York need to walk over a bridge! We have to bring them little packages of tissues and hot chocolate!” And then they all flew away in helicopters. And the people in New Orleans were like:

“Say what?”

So after I blew my nose and said “no thank you” to the hot chocolate (because it would have been a logistical nightmare to drink hot chocolate with my unwieldy, dried snotty gloves) I had a renewed sense of vim and vigor. I know what vigor is, but what is vim exactly?

And as I walked through the streets of lower Manhattan, I came across a giant billboard that looked like this:

And it makes me think to myself: “Daaayum! Good thing I have those tissues!” and I patted myself on the back for being so damn clever, because even after an hour of walking in the freezing cold to get to work, I never pass up an opportunity to congratulate myself for being awesome make a joke.

Okay, so as many of you guessed/suggested, I’m opening up some shops to sell those awesome designs that Dave made for Super Viagra, Vagina Girl, and Evil Bunny. I’ve also made a generic Puntabulous shop for basic Puntabulous wear. Check them out:

Super Viagra Store
Vagina Girl Store
Super Viagra and Vagina Girl Store
Evil Bunny Store
Puntabulous Store

I can only personally vouch for the quality of the shirts, which as you can see I look completely awesome in. But Cafepress has a great reputation, so I’m sure all their other stuff is great too.

How cool is this clock? And this throw pillow! And how could you ladies not want this shirt? And gents, you know you need this shirt! You can even buy 5 different coasters (1, 2, 3, 4, 5) and make a set! Or you can show off your dorky pride with this magnet! If you buy anything, be sure to send me pics of yourself wearing/using it! Especially if it’s this or this!

And finally, if none of those tickle your fancy, there is this scorching hot mouse pad, which I’m sure will be a HUGE seller!