old, but was still tickled when i came across this on digg (which is slowly becoming 4chan). am itching to get something done now. fortunately, i’ve never been restrained by needing to attach some sort of obscure meaning to my tattoos.
my only criteria is that i like it. pwetty.
i remember catching gamar jobat some 3-odd years ago, and while my sieve-like memory didn’t retain their skit, i did recall laughing hysterically and loving it.
wtf is a gamarjobat?
gamarjobat is a comedic mime duo from japan. highly-acclaimed and funny as hell, they are touted as a “shut up” comedy group. the descriptions don’t do them any justice at all so have a look at the youtube videos available.
anyway, they’re back in town with a spin on their old routine: gamarjobat’s western.
SEP 30 – OCT 19, 2008
Tue-Sun 8:30pm | Sat + Sun 5pm
TICKETS RM53, RM64, RM75, RM86 + ticketing fees.
Reduced rates for OKU cardholders, schools and groups.
Gamarjobat is the second show in our SEASON 2008.
Friends get a free upgrade to the next seating tier!
VENUE The Actors Studio @ Bangsar Shopping Centre.
Level 3, Bangsar Shopping Centre, 59000 Kuala Lumpur
BOX OFFICE (03) 2094 0400 /1400
so, i’ve gotten my ds. admittedly it could have been cheaper but we already at sungai wang, and i didn’t fancy the hassle of running off through the rain and the traffic across town to save a few bucks.
crimson/black nintendo ds lite + original r4 v1.21 + 2GB microSD = RM680
hori screen protector (BADLY APPLIED) = RM15 10
hori crystal casing (that makes my unit too fat to play guitar hero: on tour) = RM20
3-pin 240 volts charger = RM140
(unit came with 2-pin 120 volts. am a bit sketchy here, so if i kena conned please don’t tell me, i don’t wanna know)
there’s another place in KL where unit + screen protector + crystal casing = RM680 but got it via PM so won’t post it up here.
i’ve named her dagna, and she’s sitting beside me now on my office table top watching me type this (i imagine). looking good, beautiful. looking good.
also have downloaded the homebrew dsorganize for my baby. what is it? it’s software many say should have been included in the first place. just download it. unzip it. copy it to the root folder of your microSD card. ready to go? some pages mention patching it with DLDI (Dynamically Linked Device Interface), but mine was up and running happily without it.
dsorganize features:
have tested surfing at home, and it officially works with my D-Link DIR-300. obviously far from perfect (the continual crashing is a doozy) and the default iconset is uuuuuuuuugly (thankfully customisable) but hey, it’s better than forking out RM175 for the official nintendo opera browser no? who knows. perhaps i’ll get it one day when i’m feeling rich and stupid. :)
initially this ds craze started out with just me. me, a lone geek against the world. then baby and mr. a had some strange “agreement” of sorts where she coerced him into buying a psp.
“psp tak best la!” i told her. “all boys games, sure you tak suka.”
then i did my best blowing face and egg-beating stance to show her what you could do instead with the almighty ds. i was so convincing, she’ll also be getting her beauty sometime soon. probably next week.
and then aroha saw mario kart. and he wants one too. and baby told yc about it, and she’s supposedly supposedly gonna get one too.
what an awesome epidemic. :D
ok, am gonna “cook” another meal and have a ciggie before i sleep.
geeky post with little mods i’m using coming soon. :)
baby and i are going on a geeky little sub-adventure this saturday. after we recover from a miss. lapsap-imbibing friday, the two of us (with mr. a in tow) will hit 3 hot spots – lowyat, sungai wang and city bazaar in search for our err… gold stars.
crimson red (for moi) and dusty rose (for baby)
can’t wait to rub my grubby fingers all over a pristine new touchscreen. the dsi can go fly a kite.
triumph the insult dog meets david blaine the human dingleberry
fucking awesome quotes from the video, please watch it.
we are in the midst of observing an incredible test of endurance as david blaine is attempting to hang for 60 straight hours without entertaining anyone.
harry houdini called this stunt the “dangling douchebag”
people are worried that him hanging upside down could make him go blind. imagine, not being able to see all the people out here giving him the finger.
anyone who studied the works of houdini knows that the hardest part of houdini’s stunts was the 15-minute coffee break.
he’s catheterized i heard. you think he’s peeing right now?
things i’ve been seeing too often till it’s overkill but am still guilty of owning.
list will probably grow soon. ;)
am at the office – my last 24-hour camping trip with copious amounts of nicotine and coke (the cola), last minute changes, and once again not fulfilling my role as a writer but as official bates flasher.
it’s different this time around. of course. janet wasn’t here stomping her feet or channeling nervous energy to better use hopping around the office. polly wasn’t here hugging her (now smelly) pillow to her chest, nodding off at her desk or chain-smoking ciggies with me while we recharge on gossip and giggles.
“servicing power”. that does send little waves of fear rippling through me. (do you tuck the periods in, or leave ‘em out? that is the question.)
or it would if i were not numbed to physical sensation at this moment.
am just biding my time. the presso (i love that word, i think it’s just awesomely adorable) is at 2:30pm and i’m here lending the team my amazing moral support. and typing this here blog post.
have been following way too much of the US presidential campaigns for my own good. jt is ambivalent at best when i’m doing my god-awful impersonation of tina fey’s impersonation of palin. my last real experience with american politics was in college, and i really despised it. which is not to say my feelings for it now have changed. probably reacting in a fashion that typically me. read news. watch videos. digg stories. EXCITED.
i’m feeling a bit high and drowsy now, but unsurprisingly wrote better spur-of-the-moment lines in the past few hours than i did over the week. after that stretch spending many a 3am churning out tv script after tv script, i’m convinced that i run on full when i run on empty. does that make sense?
am i making sense?
the tank’s almost empty and i’m spent. passed ‘hyper’ a while back. daft punk’s “human after all” invaded my head with catchy beats and forced me with its catchy refrain to dance, dance, wench!
i miss writing junk. thoughts. notes. exercises. short stories. it’s as if my literary well has run dry (my clichés though, are alive and doing fine, thanks). but then again, it was probably for the best to stop my scribbles and come back to review them objectively. after all, it’s nothing i’ve shared with people and that says a lot of my subconcious reasonings. i doubt you’d keep literary work – a proclamation of your own genius – from the world if you really believed in its inherent standard. and retrospect, i believe, is the best eye-opener one could ask for short of a slap in the face.
i’m babbling. just typing out everything that’s going through my mind now. it’s 10:25am according to the clock on my work pc, which i’ve just realised i’ve never named. i have little time left to christen it, but should i bother? this is the point when the sentient cpu springs into action, deleting my post and erasing all my files (and potential recyclables) with a mirthless chuckle.
i need to sleep.
nintendo ds lite shopping with my favourite fashionista this saturday. oh, and mister a too la. i can’t wait. :)
