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Miss Bivigou

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About Me



Friend requests (particularly from bolshie gentlemen) should be preceded by an introductory e-mail. Manners, innit! Also: I'm really not interested in buying spring water or web space or Jesus. So keep that nonsense away from my inbox. Kthxbai.


Quick thought: I've just noticed that I'm separated by no more than two degrees from, like, every person I've like, ever known, ever. I am aware of this because of Facebook and Myspace. I have friends. I have friends who are friends with people who I know and love and like and have briefly met. I have friends who are friends with people who are friends with people I know who and love and like and have met briefly and even with people I have no desire to see ever again because we either weren't that tight to begin with and misplacing my phone a year or so ago and losing all those numbers was a completely efficient mistake. Or stuff went down (or "dawwwhnnn" as they say on that quaint Elstree Studios set that masquerades as rough East London) and I'd only ever be in your presence again (YOUKNOWWHOYOUARE!) under extreme circumstances. (I.e. you're dying of a unique cancer of the arse karma poetically saw fit to reward you with and I have the cure and you come crawling to me on your knees - which, given your predicament is extremely painful to do - begging for it. Of course I'd say "No", as my face forms itself into the most perfect expression of schadenfreude, ever).
Fanciful digressions aside, it is weird enough knowing that people know people who know people who you know - but not necessarily via you. It is even more bizarre being able to click through URLs and see how these connections are made and played out. What's worse than these minuscule degrees of separation in 'internet networking land' is accepting friend requests from people who I know I'm not actually keen on, but because I have manners - not by choice, moreover because my mother has persistently foisted them on me over the 26 years that have made up my life - I feel obliged to use them and concede to polite acquaintanceship via da interNeTZ. Blah.
Once you're signed up, online socialising functions as a sort of tedious house party and I'm happy to maintain my default position, in the kitchen, atop the counter, making loud, obnoxious jokes, monopolizing the vodka. I don't want to go into the living room and mix it up and risk bumping into a boy 'what did me wrong' or explore upstairs and get cornered by that annoying woman/girl/child who is conspicuously clad in pink and talks so much, so monotonously about herself that even though the distilled ethanol to orange juice ratio in my glass favours the former I still get a vascular headache listening to her.
For sure, technology has caused our world to shrink but it is sort of becoming suffocating. I so, sympathise with Justin Timberlake's falsetto. I too am "ayo, tired of using technology". (ZING!)

My Interests

Apple whoredom. ATS. Blogs. Brass Bands. Brothers In Baghdad (ask me about it!) Cardigans. Deep Breathing. Disco for the soul. Drunken texts. DVD commentaries. Emeralds. Facebook. Fukitol. Haiku about celebrities. "Hysterical Blindness". Johnny Cash. Puddings. Puns. Rambling. XKCD.

Such is life: "To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong".
- Joseph Chilton Pearce
Speak:

I'd like to meet:



Music:

This week mostly:

Movies:

Archie Gates:The way it works is, you do the thing you're scared shitless of, and you get the courage AFTER you do it, not before you do it.

Television:


Heroes:

They bang the drums.

My Blog

Im not dead,

except maybe metaphorically. Mostly I'm exhausted. I'm a temporary rat in a race I have no interest in winning. They have my bones from 9-5 and I like pretty shoes and puddings and DVDs for my collect...
Posted by Miss Bivigou on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 03:34:00 PST

Men are NOT funnier...

or are they? Comedy and gender. Who cares, right? Are they not reasonably unrelated? In the sense that the facility to write good jokes and make people chuckle has everything to do with an individual'...
Posted by Miss Bivigou on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 03:33:00 PST

I feel as though,

something bad is about to happen/is happening...Is everybody OK?I hate that feeling.Usually though if you declare it, then all nastiness is averted. So. Here I am. This is what I'm doing.Also: I'm thi...
Posted by Miss Bivigou on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 11:55:00 PST

Things can break your heart.

It is official. I will not be going to Atlantic this year. I just finished a lengthy e-mail correspondence with the school's secretary and we both agreed - even though there are semi-legal options ava...
Posted by Miss Bivigou on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 05:29:00 PST

A year to play with?

I'VE FUCKED UP!New York will be delayed for another year. VISA issues. Boo and indeed, hoo! Why try at life, when life is so keen to kick you? Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!I am devastated. 'Creep' on replay, a...
Posted by Miss Bivigou on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 09:18:00 PST

Internet Hookups: You Have Been Warned.

Seriously. This story is insane. I wanna buy the rights and make it into a TV movie of the week. Tom Sizemore would make a perfect "Tommy", don'tcha think?In a bizarre, completely epic, seemingly made...
Posted by Miss Bivigou on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 06:37:00 PST

Dear Madonna,

Truth be told: When I first heard of your plans to adopt David Banda from a Malawian orphanage, I was not best pleased. I'd watched that bloated documentary you directed, the one that was shot in blac...
Posted by Miss Bivigou on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 12:03:00 PST

Subject to being a subect.

I know, I know,  I know. I don't call, I don't write, I never e-mail. And when I do come around - all nonchalant all full of useless swagger - it is to ask you for a favour. And you're angry, I c...
Posted by Miss Bivigou on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 09:44:00 PST

Dear Friends,

Whaddya, think of this idea?click me Should I really be asking? Parts of me are shouting, just get on with it, regardless...its a good [enough] thing to do... But you know, friends opinions can be nic...
Posted by Miss Bivigou on Wed, 30 May 2007 07:41:00 PST

Tag, you're it.

Catergory: Me, myself and ITHE GAME WE ARE PLAYING IS INTERNATIONAL TAGCan you tell, I'm avoiding real work?I was reluctant at first but after reading blogs by Wendy, Meir and Shirley [and being tagge...
Posted by Miss Bivigou on Sat, 12 May 2007 10:42:00 PST