When I call you, I am the one who will hang up.
When you call me, you should say bye before you hang up
If you call me at anytime between 11pm and 9 a.m I wont pick up
Ill be sleeping
Ill only pick up if you are calling me in my dreams
But if you call me at anytime between 11pm and 9 a.m you had better be a girl
Then I might pick up
Unless you're an ex
If you are an ugly ex, then you should text
It rhymes with ex
But it also rhymes with sex
But that's not the point
When you call me and I tell you I'll call you back then hang up
I'm probably in a noisy place
If I don't call you back
Then I wasn't in a noisy place
You are probably a noisy person
If you are naturally a noisy person I probably won't pick up
You should text
It helps reduce the volume
If I call you a lot then you are probably either female or rich or my bandmate or my boss
If I dont call you at all its because you used up all my airtime the last time I called
And then you didn't call back
Be a responsible calling-back-kind-of-person
When it comes to texts I prefer short texts
That's why they call them short message services
Life on earth from the perspective of an ex-mafia arachnid creature from outer space! Ok, the outer space bit is made up..
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Script #9 The Job Interview
Ryan walks into the office escorted by Ms. Jane Njeri
He proceeds to head to the only empty chair in the room
after staring at it briefly.
Mr Nganga: How are you Ryan?
Ryan: Fine. Very fine sir.
Mr Nganga: My name is Mr Nganga and I will be taking you
through this interview. So firstly tell me about yourself.
Ryan: Well I don’t where to start. I’m a 22 year old
graduate from Strathmore University
Mr Nganga: We know that its in your CV
Ryan: Right…
Mr Gichuru: Tell us why we should pick you. What’s so
different about you.
Ryan is caught off guard
by the suddenness of the question and smiles nervously.
Ryan: Well I am passionate about graphics… about Art in
general. I used to do it when I was a child. But more importantly, I have a
distinct style.
Mr. Gichuru: Do you have examples of your kind of style you
might want to show us?
Ryan: I sent them to you along with my C.V.
Mr. Gichuru: Well, I don’t seeme to have them here. Do you
have them Mr. Nganga?
Mr Nganga shakes his head to confirm he too does not have them.
Ryan: But they were in the envelope I sent with my C.V
Mr Gichuru (smiling): Ok we will follow it up. Do you have
something artistic you can do right now to show us this brilliant artistic
nature of yours? … anything at all?
Ryan then pauses with sweat already trickling onto his
forehead. He then slowly reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a paper and a
pen. He starts to draw Mr. Nganga’s face. Just as he makes it halfway through
the portrait, Mr Gichuru interrupts him
Mr Gichuru: Let me have a look at that.
Ryan pushes over the piece of paper to Mr. Gichuru.
Mr Gichuru: What do you think Nganga?
Mr Nganga pauses for a while and assesses the picture before
responding…
Mr Nganga: I think we have ourselves an artist
Mr Gichuru: And I think you have yourself a job.
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Friday, September 28, 2012
The Ninja
My sword is drawn
And my pants are torn
It doesn’t matter which road I’m on
As long as I make it there
Before the crack of dawn
The crack of Dawn
Tufts its clouds over me
And wrinkles my countenance
Like a canopy
It breaks the sun rays
And bellows
“Shine, my son!”
“Shine, before the sun outshines you, my son!”
So I defy gravity
By boarding a plane
I walk through walls
On the saddle of a crane
‘Any means possible’ will do
Divine and mortal too
And at last I beg the heavens
Don’t drench my armor in rain
Let my thirst for glory be quenched
As I sojourn new terrains
When they come to say my name
Let it be in merry refrain
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Workaholics = Awesome
Workaholics is awesome.
It’s sheer awesome-stry. Sure its
gross but it’s also funny and its creative. It was so awesome it made me write
this. And I always diligently pull my hat off for anything with creative
tendons on it. You see, I am the man who consumes media for inspiration. I do
not consume it to be informed… ok sometimes I do but not all the time. That’s
because I’m human.
As humans we do not suck on file packed USB drives for lunch
or load Rss feeds complete with statistical reports for dessert. We need
something more. We need something that connects to our soul beyond what is factual;
stuff like Workaholics. I could come up with 300 reasons why the show is
nothing but a joke but in the end, they would all point out to the fact that
it's exactly what I accuse it to be - A very
funny joke.
What’s more is that
its fast. The jokes keeps flying with each and every exchange of dialogue and
it’s all fresh humour. It’s not stale stuff that you probably heard before in The Office or Weeds. These writers were
on a roll when they came up with this one. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were
reported to have been high on a roll of weed too while they were doing the
scripts. As usual, the makers of Workaholics proved that the three man bandwagon
of comedic weedheads will always pull together a killer show in this day and
age of narcotic hedonism. It worked for the Hangover, it worked for Project X
and Horrible Bosses, it was definitely bound to work with Workaholics.
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