Media Whore

here's the kiki-ow video.

ego porntastic










why is it when you are fully excited with the joys of technology it fails you?

all 3 video hosts i use decided to be wack at once. grrr. anyway here it is. PLEASE LET IT LOAD FULLY BEFORE WATCHING else the sound is all out of time and thats rubbish.


if it doesnt work at any point you can view it here:

kiki-ow video online

it takes a good 5-7mins to load. but is clear as crystal when it does and the timing between audio/visual are as they should be

xkx

The birth of Kiki-Ow

well miracles do happen.

after years and years and years of wishing i could do *something* musically, i seem to have managed it. i never wanted to be amazing, i just wished i could join in really. the number of times i have been to gigs, band practices, music videos etc etc and felt like i was off school sick the day they gave out the ticket to knowing how.

it started because Viddi and I are going to put something together for my friend's wedding. i declared i wanted to do a cover fo Right Said Fred's I'm too sexy, purely for the amusement.

so i sat down and looked at my mac knowing somewhere in there were the binary circuits i needed. my isight acted as a mic and thusly i nervously attempted vocals. i have always wished i could sing, not some mariah carey, just ok, just average, just not painfully. i was thrown out of the school choir when i was 8 and never really recovered. my family even joked about how tragic i was.

this meant when i heard myself and didn't want to cry i had a rush of ohmygodiwanttotryanddosomething. so i approached it much the way i approach street fighter on the playstation. just randomly hit buttons in different ways and hoped somewhere in there i hit the target.

the result is the birth of Kiki-Ow.

its clumsy as fuck, complete guesswork and i am hardly what you would call gifted. but i have done what i wanted to do for a long time. made something. and something which isn't unbearable. and after all as Curver so correctly put it, i cant really move to Iceland without some sort of project.

click on the photo to go and have a listen.

You've made your bed now lie in it

The six week countdown is on.

I have a few things arranged but ask for help on the following:

A BED.

Due to the wonderousness of myspace and my icelandic posse i have managed to pull together most other bits and pieces I need when i get there, but i still something to sleep on. If i have to buy one, then i will, but if any of you are soon to upgrade or throw one out then please let me know. I'll cook you lobster in return. I cook quite unbelievable food too.

The other thing i need is:

WORK.

In fantasyland I would quite like to be someone's wife. without the sex. (insert jokes here) I'd quite merrily cook and clean and sew and iron and things. I am good at these and whats more i rather like them, but don't tell anyone as its rather un-punkrock really.

BUT knowing there is a distinct lack of people rich enough or inclined to have someone come and organise their home and life to within an inch of their lives i have other skills and willingness.....

I have been on a rather heavy career path for 10 years within the design industry which lead to being headhunted for my skills in general bossiness and finance, my references are obscenely great. But, a break from this would be quite welcome too, I feel too young to have worked this hard in a pressured environment already, a common London feeling...thats not to say i wouldnt welcome a challenging role, but it explains why i wouldn't mind stepping down the pressure a notch or two.

Barwork...
Cooking...
Childcare...
PA...
Paperwork...
Numbers...
Housework...

just use the email me link on the right and let me know how i can serve you. ahem.

word.

Trabant in town again

I am now back in my windowless room on the industrial estate doing data entry 8 hours solid, as is my monday to friday existence these days. it is monday morning, i am tired, my back hurts, i am on my 6th cup of tea already and its not even half ten.

but i am smiling. in a faceachy kind of way. i have mark morrison telling me all about the return of the mack and even though i managed to put my back out on saturday i am seat dancing in my deep heat stench.

my weekend was rather good in case you missed that point.

arrival in london town late on friday evening was exciting. a friend called as i was charging through the streets and asked 'WHERETHEFUCKAREYOU?' as there were sirens and all sorts of shouting the background. i replied 'i'm in london, there's mentalists everywhere, people are being rude and an old lady just elbowed me. fuck i am sooo pleased to be back' with a huge grin on my face.

i raced to collect the fox and take her to meet Trabant. a brief warning was given with regards to impending covering of glimmer and champagne. it took about 10 seconds to be covered in glimmer. another hour to have a pint all over me lending me a somewhat wet t-shirt competition look with nipples like bullets. i do wonder if it was entirely accidental.

much dancing and drinking and even more dancing ensued. The Bjorg was out too and managed to get the legendry M.I.A. bump and grind into play. Raggi manged to excel himself with the dance moves beyond any i have seen him pull before, which, lets face it, is serious business and Viddi welcomed the Fox to the family.






The question repeatedly asked by the boys was 'when are you coming?' i kept throwing the answer out, as i am used to repeating much like a parrot 'first week of April' 'first week of April' 'first week of April'

Then it hit me. THE FIRST WEEK OF APRIL. oh holy shitfucks. 6 weeks. SIX weeks.

this is scary. i mean, its exciting. but its scary. i do not want to leave the Fox. not not not. i know we will do this. but it will be hard. and it makes me want to puke. but i am stubborn and so is she, so we will win. I am also nervous re the cashmoneybling. because to be honest i have been crap with regards to saving really. i will have to work my butt off over there more than i was planning to. but a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.

Apart from the Fox and money issues however I am beside myself with excitement at the imepnding Team KikiKikness. I miss Kalli alot. greatly. I miss playing pool and watching dvds and dancing like king and queen and cooking food which makes him spend the whole meal going 'mmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnn' and talking about blow jobs and kylie's bum. That this will be a daily occurance is very exciting indeed.



There are so many others i cannot wait for q/u/a/l/i/t/y/ time with. To do things we have planned and wished for. With Svenni and Asta and Viddi and Neni and Haddi and Hemmi and Curver and everyone and the return of Erna which i c.a.n.n.o.t. wait for.

Greatness. I just need loads of money and a kidnap plan for the Fox and its all fallen into place.

Suicide

my new set went live this week. much much excitement. i do love looking at myself. ego porntastic. but out of all my set comments thusfar, there have been approximately three hundred and seventy five billion comments on my hair. one about my tits.

lets just reiterate. ONE about my tits.

now i *know* my tits are frikkin grade A so this either means i have an abnormally good haircut which is distracting from my cupcakes or the world itself has gone insane and the SG members are paying to access 'hair porn'

hmmmn. who can say.

Curve Ball

You know what you really should do. You should go to this.



and additionally sing happy birthday to Curver whereever you see him. and if possible give him the bumps. and if you icelanders don't know what the bumps are then your childhood birthdays were probably full of less fear than mine.