The Artsaypunk

I am drunk with post-purchase euphoria, basking in the novelty of a new toy. Yes, I have finally bitten the proverbial, yet still dangerous, bullet, and bought a laptop. I’m now making my first post from my snazzy, chrome and silver, 17 inch screen (which admittedly decreases portability… but it’s sooo pretty), Dell Inspiron 9300. [...]

A recent conversation en route to what eventually became a night of drunken dumb charades: Journey: Hey you know those massage guys with the oil that stand on the side of the road? Me: Yeah Journey: I just found out recently that they’ll do anything… anything… if you ask them. Me: I just took that [...]

Know what I love about kids? They’re so funny. You just never know what outrageous statement is coming next. Kind of like Fox News, except, you know, truthful. At school the other day, I was asked to stand in for a teacher who was absent. It was a Grade 5 Urdu class, so I knew [...]

A while back, someone asked me what I do in Karachi, which as you all know, is always a difficult question. So, I began to spell out the teaching, and the NGO, and the television work, but when I got to “Stand-Up comedy,” he stopped me and said, “Hey, yeah! You look like a stand-up [...]

Almost from the time I first planted my dusty, Canadian boots on the still dustier soil of the subcontinent, I have been confronted by the cultural phenomenon that is “George.” A tall (the guy has got to be 6’5″ if he’s an inch… which he is) sandy-haired, Briton he definitely wins all awards for standing [...]

This post serves a dual purpose. One, it serves to break the latest silence on the blog, which is difficult, because I always feel I have to come back in with a bang. But while I’m on the subject, I just wanted to thank everyone for continuing to check in. I was scoping out my [...]

An old faded advert, on the side of a building… Serve Your Guests Whizz! Dip and Drink! I don’t even want to speculate on that last part.

Last week, the gardener came upstairs and woke me from a nap. First of all, yes, I have a gardener, and secondly, no, he doesn’t usually wake me from my naps (unless I’m snoring, in which case he nudges me gently to roll over). I came groggily to the door, and he said, “Oh! Sahib [...]

Happy New Year Everyone! The creative content, publishing and editorial teams, along with all the rest of the staff of The Artsaypunk (ie: Me and the altered egos) would like to wish you and yours (your what? I have no idea) a very prosperous, non-phosphorus, phantasmagorically fantastic year. And here’s hoping that Aught-Six shakes down [...]

Yes, that’s right. Dave is on TV. The boob is on the tube. The first episode of my show aired last week on national television. Now, I have to admit that before I left, when people asked me what the hell I was planning to do in Pakistan, I certainly did not foresee acting in [...]